The first time, he was dressed in a Santa suit, ringing the bell at the mall. His thick black goatee and mustache had just a bit of silver, and he looked like a Santa I'd like to have come down my chimney on a cold winter's night. I'd offer him some cookies and eggnog, and invite him to stay by the fire with me, and then some. I threw a couple of bucks in th...
I owned a small, one family, three bedroom home in a nice town 13 miles outside of New York City. When the Republicans passed the "Cut Taxes for the Rich" tax law, I found it was more economical for me, from a property tax standpoint, to rent the house out and move into a rental apartment. As the local real estate market improved, I decided to sell the house...
The next morning, I awoke spooned with my uncle, my back and rear tight against his firm but plush chest and belly, one of his wonderful arms draped around my waist; and my head lay upon the bicep of his other, folded arm. Leaving his left arm on my stomach where it was, he pulled the other one away, and leaned upon his elbow, and tenderly kissed my ear, and...
One Saturday afternoon, I got an IM from a guy who was new on internet hookup sites. He said that he was newly divorced, about my age and a total bottom. We chatted a bit and he told me that even though he'd been fucked in the past, he had an unfulfilled fantasy for a totally anonymous scene where he was on his bed blindfolded and someone came into the room,...
Sarkopheros Says: The messy conclusion to Stroke! Part 1 is here! If you read part 2, you know what to expect! If not ... well, I'm not sure why you're starting with part 2 but there's no reason you can't. Especially given that Part 1 didn't have much in the way of sex. Part 2 is basically one long gay orgy with hyper cocks, cum inflation, and hentai physi...
One night at the gay theater on 8th Avenue between 42nd and 43rd Street, there was a hot, very muscular 6' Cuban dancer, "El Cubano Caliente," with a downturned 10" x 5" uncut cock performing on the stage in the main theater who looked like Cuban singer Yotuel Romero. I watched him dance. He pulled his cock out of his jockstrap, and shaking his narrow hips...
There were four of them who entered the store close to closing time, all muscled punks decked out in black leather. I owned the small convenience store but found myself behind the counter this evening because my regular night clerk called in sick. The hunkiest of the four came up to the counter and puckered his lips and tossed me an air kiss. He asked me wh...
"No. No." Luke cried, as he woke up. Waking to find his hand on his cock, cream up his belly, and that he was lying on sweat damp sheets. It had been another one of those dreams; no nightmares, he thought. He was having nightmares. This dream/nightmare generally started out the same way each time. He was walking through a park, or anyway through somewher...
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains themes of bi-curiosity and same-sex sensuality. If you do not find such concepts enticing, scintillating or erotic, well then don't read it. If you are interested, read on! And if you enjoy it please take a moment to rate it, even if you need to come back later, when you can think straight. * I crunched my way up the sno...