Hey there fellow Litsters! This is my first (and probably last) attempt at Gay Male. The inception of the story happened when a female author friend of mine (who adores this category) placed a bet with me that a straight guy (namely me) cannot write a Gay story. Here is my attempt at proving her wrong. I look forward to your comments and feedback here. It...
Chapter 1 It all started on an unusually balmy autumn Chicago day near the Buckingham fountain replica in Grant park. Jeff was polishing off the final greasy bites of a Vie-enna chili cheese polish sausage, hurrying because he had only seven minutes remaining of his stingy half-hour lunch, when a figure sped by on a bike. Merely a flash he barely saw, but...
Hi all! Here is the next installment! Thanks to everyone who sent me kind words over the past several weeks—you guys are great! A little update for those who have ever so kindly expressed their concern: my brother is doing fantastically! Almost done with physical therapy and almost at full recovery of strength in his legs. His husband has been amazing and I...
This is the state I was in anyway, when I had to get on the plane to come home, not feeling too sad to be doing so, remembering all of this, the whole trip, but those moments of nakedness and sex, at the beach, in the house, the three of us naked and aroused, going to bed together, too tired to sleep, tangled up in each other, laying, sitting, rolling over,...
I always sit close to the new boy on the sofa, and while I am advising and lecturing him, my hand will occasionally rest on his shoulders; sometimes gently stroke the back of his neck; then move to his thigh, first giving it a friendly squeeze then very softly, trace my fingertips back-and-forth over his inner thigh. "You know I'm not gay, right?" said the...
"Ohhh, yesss...that is sooo nice...your hands are sooo magical," I heard Terry the Towel Boy say to someone. I craned my neck to peer between two bodies and saw Willie Mumphrey, an aide to Congressman Hecker, showing one of his drawings to Terry. The Congressman himself immediately joked, "Yes, and his hands sketch very well, too!" I had seen those drawin...
If you are reading this, hopefully you are already up to speed with the events of my first story, "Let's Make a Deal," in which I chronicled the mostly true story of the hottest sexual experience of my life. If you haven't, please go back and read about the camping trip turned sex-fest with my hunk of a best friend who I had secretly lusted after for years,...
All characters in this story are above the age of 18. ***** It had been a long day and an ever longer swim practice. I had just walked back to my apartment. I was actually beginning to think that I could relax tonight and not have to service Ben or Dan. I had not seen either one of them in over a week now, as I rode the elevator up to my floor and walked t...
*The following account is based on a true story* *** "How about this? I'll make you a deal..." Oh great, Tyler's "deals" were usually nonsensical scenarios where both sides of the deal completely benefited himself. "If you let me have the good bedroom, I'll let you touch my dick." What? Holy shit, where did that come from? He really was drunk. Okay, I h...
Sunday morning, June 9, 1996...it was our first anniversary and just over a couple of weeks shy of my forty second birthday. My eyes fluttered open to see 9:47 displayed on the digital clock by our bed. I felt Chik's warm mouth gently nursing on the head of my morning hard-on and I looked down over the crest of my belly to see his head barely bobbing under t...