This is a fictional story involving sexual relations between two males. If you are under the legal age of consent to read such material, or if you are offended by the subject matter, then DO NOT READ any further. This is a Fictional story and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental. As usual all copyright and other disclaimers apply. I welco...
A few years back I was living in the mid-west. My wife and I were going through a divorce and I was making an attempt to get back into the dating scene. One night, after visiting a few bars with a co-worker and not having any luck, he decided that he would go home because he had to be at work the next morning. I had the next day off and told him that I was...
The next morning - the morning after first meeting Peter, I awoke in my bed. I lay there a while thinking about what had happened the day before. I didn't feel entirely comfortable with myself; it had all felt so good at the time but now I was having worries. 'Does this mean that I am gay?' 'What if he tells people what had happened?' I knew he wouldn't, but...
Pecs, located on University Ave in San Diego did not betray it's status as a gay bar when seen from outside. A green awning over a plain front door created the impression that it could be a biker joint. For someone seeking camaraderie without betraying preference it could be the perfect place to visit. Inside was a different scene altogether. A friendly cli...
I flipped off the television when she showed up. My housemate Kyle, aside from fucking me and our other housemate Ryan, was also fucking his girlfriend on a regular basis. I guess she was hot, with tight jeans cupping her ass and a shirt could burst while trying to contain her heavy breasts. It was fitting that a guy as hot as Kyle could get a girl like her...
Chapter Four - Secret Crush Mike examined the fern guarding the door to the elevator like an extra from an alien-themed movie, something about overgrown biota taking over some distant planet. He could take the stairs, but it was just something about elevators he liked. The idea that he was, for several seconds, in the hands of a machine, pleased him and tic...
"First the tide rushes in, plants a kiss on the shore . . ." Matt often started a set with something quiet and slow, like "Ebb Tide," when there was a convention or two in the hotel, like there was today—electricians and bankers. What a combination. Something quiet tended to settle and quiet them down to the point that he could stand it. It wasn't a questi...
It was Saturday afternoon at the end of a long week of retail. I manage an upscale wine shop in an urban residential neighborhood. Many of the customers with whom I deal are gay and, to tell the truth, you couldn't ask for a nicer group of people to sell wine to. The kind of "eat, drink, and be merry" feeling in the gay community is certainly not a bad phi...
This is a work of fiction that involves first time interracial gay male sex. If that offends you please move on. I love to hear from my readers, so feel free to message me or leave a comment. As always, special thanks to my editor Bill. Enjoy! "Slurp...suck...sluuuurrrrp...suck," echoed in his headphones like a shop vac inhaling a spill. In the dark a figu...
Scottie looked down at the glass he was holding in his hand, bored. He didn't know why he let Amanda and JENNY convince him to go out to the bar. They knew that it wasn't his scene, but he let himself be convinced that he should come out to the bar with the whole team. Rossi, JENNY, Ricci, Callum, Amanda, Richardson, and Scottie were all at the bar, but the...