It's Saturday night. I'm out with my boys in the bar. I'm sipping my drink trying not to stare at him as I watch him with his friends, laughing and having a good time. My friends are talking at me, but I don't hear a word they say. I'm focused on him, though I'm trying not to be. I can still taste him on my lips from the night before, feel him on my cock. I...
After the first sexual experience Jimmy and Mr. Michaels had a long time passed. Mr. Michaels acted as if nothing had happened. This left Jimmy confused and oddly enough, a bit hurt. Their first time was not all that exciting and Jimmy was left feeling used. But, when his prepaid stay at the hotel ran out, Mr. Michaels ordered Jimmy to move into his penthous...
My boy Jerome and I were cruising around in his truck one Friday bored out our minds. There's not much to do in this country town besides drink and smoke, not sense the one bar we had got closed in some drug raid. A new one would open in its place in a couple weeks, then it too would fuck up and suffer the same fate. We were traveling the backroads, sipping...
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...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may ins...
Stranded Patrick let out a stream of obscenities as he kicked the tire of his rental car. The damn thing had stopped running in the midst of a rainstorm the likes of which Patrick had never seen before. It was a veritable deluge and Patrick was soaked to the bone as he tried to figure out why the car had just stopped running. He was on his way from Springf...
I'll never forget the first time I dreamt about the dude down the hall. I knew the guy's name was Chad, but apart from that, I didn't know much about him. He didn't seem to talk much, but he had a hell of a body. Our dorm had communal showers, so I'd seen him naked more than once. My friends and I had always hated having to go there, but Chad had never s...
Friday morning came, and no clue why my schedule was changing. As he left, Chris just ordered me to come straight home after work. I was distracted in the office with worry. Mike was out of sorts, whispering to me that I was a douche. But he didn't get a chance to use me during the day. When the start of the weekend finally came, I got into my car with a hea...
My name is Jeff and when I was 18, after graduating high school and before starting college, I went to Italy by myself to do some solo traveling for a few weeks before meeting up with friends later in the trip. I had learned a bunch of Italian in high school, and was looking forward to immersing myself in the language to really learn it. I was nervous though...
I am a straight male with some bisexual tendencies. I apologise if this story does a poor job of representing gay people or gay culture. It is a fictional story, though it is sort of based on a true life experience. I had the same opportunity as my character Eric, but never followed through with it. I always wondered and fantasized about what could have happ...