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Confronted with Homophobia Pt. 11

by koksocker333 on Aug 24, 2020
Gay Male

While Robert was gone I put up the balloons and decorations, I wanted this to be a very special day for my man. Robert came in all choked up, his Dad all smiles, Robert came to me and pulled me into a hug. "This is so sweet of you to do all this for me Tom. Thank you so much for all of the things you have done to make this a special day for me." Robert said...

Surrender

by sabb on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The train ride was smooth, the carriage seeming to glide along almost soundlessly. "This is a smooth ride," he said, "Like going up in a hot air balloon. Have you done that?" he asked. Matt grunted, glancing up from his laptop's screen, hand's poised, flickering fingers momentarily stilled before he looked back. Outside the train window the grey day and du...

Gym Friends

by eroticwriter00 on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

After a lifetime of work, retirement came as a blessing. For six months I didn't care what day it was and my waistline ballooned from 32 to 34. I had to lose weight and changing my diet helped, but joining a gym and exercising would speed the process. The nearby gym had everything I wanted. Machines for circuit training, a stair-climber, a pool, whirlpool a...

Halloween Treat

by MWMottawa on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

It was 1987. I was married to my first wife and living in a small town in the south of Alberta. My wife and I had been invited to a costume party at my brothers’ house in Calgary. As much as we would know nobody at the party other than Ron my wife was anxious to go so we agreed. She had decided to dress as Vampirella and I went as the bearded lady from the c...

Last Months in the City Ch. 02

by thealphamale on Apr 14, 2020
Gay Male

Chapter 2: Baader-Meinhof or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) Today was a day of halves. Jamie sat at his desk, half listening to the single Airpod he wore and half working on the floor plan he had open on his computer. He woke up the same time he always did- only this time with far less energy than usual. After what felt like a power-house punch to the...

The Good Old Boy Ch. 05

by carsonshepherd on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Not one person had mentioned my 30th birthday. Not Rachel, not Andy or the kids, not Louis, not even my mom. Not a word about a party or presents or anything. Granted, I'd been whining and making a big deal out of turning 30, threatening them with violence if anyone dared get me black balloons or even mention the words "over the hill"; in fact I said I didn'...

Cops Get a Treat

by buckeye on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

It all started a few years ago when a friend of mine invited me to a Halloween party. I couldn't think of what outfit I was going to wear until one night when me and a few good friends found ourselves in Hooter's. I couldn't help but think that my friends would have one hell of a laugh if I showed up looking like one of the Hooters girls. I went up to the co...

Beach

by cunningluvr on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I love summer, sun, the beach, skimpy swimsuits and cock. I'd just received my latest swimsuit order: a shiny sky-blue lycra g-string with a micro pouch that barely contained my cock and balls and lifted them straight up and out. The back tapered from a tanga-style thong to a thin little strap designed to show off most of my brown pucker when I lay face-do...

Stonewall Love

by dantemendoza on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

San Francisco, California 2010 Happy Birthday to me! Joshua Barrett sang the celebratory tune to himself as put the finishing touches on the chocolate cake that he baked for himself. Today he turned seventy and he wanted to celebrate the evening by inviting a few friends and neighbors that lived in his complex for a birthday dinner. He dusted. He vacuumed...

Full Tank, No Reloads

by MisterDoctor on Nov 27, 2017
Gay Male

Every year since I was a kid, my Mom packed me two weeks worth of clean underwear and sent me down south to spend the summer with my cousin, Neil McCallahan. He lived in a bright yellow trailer elevated by four cinder blocks, with a trashbag stretched taut behind a broken window and a chipped bird bath on the front lawn. My own place back in the city was ten...