Denny was as nervous as all get out. He still didn't believe that he agreed to come to the gay party with Dexter. He was still inexperienced with sex and had never made the determination whether he was shy with girls or actually gay. Still Dexter, openly gay, had been a good friend and he was someone who Denny trusted. Denny was 18 years old, otherwise Dexte...
A new barbershop opened in town promising an upscale experience for men. Now, over the past year or so I had grown out my beard (keeping it long but neat) and my wife had suggested a prohibition style haircut to go with it and this seemed like just the place to go. I went online to schedule an appointment with Ron one of the two barbers at the shop for the n...
It wasn't Cooper's type of establishment. But he sat there in the little Northern Kentucky bar know as the Broken Saddle and drank his Bud. He knew if the people he worked with knew he liked to hang out there on Saturday night they would laugh. Cooper was tall, blonde, blue-eyed, and often appeared very city. It didn't matter he was raised in the country. It...
The man in the suit bent down to ask me: "Is that okay with you?" He need not have bothered, for my fate was sealed and I knew it - at the age of seven I knew I was done for. Unworthy. My parents and I had been in his office for a while and they talked about my school experience...about my age...about my handwriting...about stuff. I sat on a small stool or...
I'd spent a wonderful night of bondage, tit play, cock-sucking and piss play with a hot older man named Carlo, but had no way of getting in touch with him for a repeat session. Since arriving in Toronto a few months previously I'd mostly spent my nights with gay guys my own age, drinking and dancing at places that we jokingly called "S and M bars" (i.e. "St...
"Diante, Vamanos..." Diante Morillo heard his mom's call from down the hall. "Okay..." he answered, pulling his black locks into a ponytail. He tried to keep it neat since both his folks threatened they would drag him to a barber. When he finished, he brushed off his black slacks. Diante loved to dress well even going to Juarez. He felt his outfits were e...
"C'mon up," the voice boomed. 'C'mon down!' I muse, 'Sounds like the announcer on that game show.' Ivan? Michael? Hard to tell who on the intercom sometimes. The familiar click of the door lock opening. 'Okay,' I tell myself, 'here goes.' 'That's what I said the very first time I came over,' I am remembering. And that bit about the game show.' 'We...
Author's note: This story is also based on a request that I received via e-mail. The person making the request stated that he is French and that he enjoyed the gay life in France before moving to the U.S. He provided the fundamental story line and asked me to embellish it as the story developed. He said that he did attend college and work at a salon in Paris...
Wendy lived with her husband in a middle class neighborhood. It was a comfortable neighborhood with a convenience store within walking distance. There was a retail strip nearby with hair salon, a barber shop, parts store, and a book store with an arcade. Also there was a truck stop next to the neighborhood across a wooded area. On this sun shiny day Wendy w...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** My shrink tells me I've been searching my entire life for the father I barely knew. He says that come adulthood this often takes a sexual turn. "Instead of just wanting a hug or to throw the ball around after dad gets home from a hard day's work—simple forms of platonic love in ot...