I guess James was one of the most well educated guys I have been with. We met through the gay chat rooms - our conversation was slow at first but gradually it started to become more interesting. I realised that at last here was a guy that didn't just want to share things online or on-cam and say that he would like to meet you and then, when it came to the c...
Ian had only been on the ward a few days as part of his junior doctor rotation, so he didn't know about the consultant's rule that his office should be deemed to be locked at all times unless otherwise told so, since there was a problem with the lock, which hadn't been fixed. Therefore, when he went to drop off a leaving card (as he left for home) for one of...
By my sophomore year of college I had performed well enough in the class room that I had earned a few scholarships. This meant that my folks were saving money while I was getting my learn on. It also meant that my dad had promised me that if I rode it out for one more year in the dorms that by my junior year I could move off campus. The thought of finally ha...
Author's note. There's a narrow line between being bi and gay and I am on that line. As are most of my stories so I am never sure what category they should be. Hope I don't offend anyone. ***** Bi, Gay or Fuck Knows What? It's the buzz that matters. I visit a gay sauna and wow! The building in Shoreditch in East London was a maze of different rooms set...
Roy Sharpe felt like his life was turning around, after having gone through a rough patch. Roy had gotten married a couple of years ago, and right after he made Mindy his bride, he lost his job as the economy tanked. Now newly employed, Roy felt like a man once more. As a representative for a winery in the Finger Lakes region, Roy was hired to work all of t...
This is a fictional tale, of a young man's first sexual experiences. I was 18, home alone, and my hormones were raging. I had jacked off the night before, but it didn't come close to satisfying my needs. There I sat, reading a cheap paperback, and wishing I could do what the characters in the book were doing, sucking, fucking, and cumming. The words only ma...
*This story is the second installment of the "My Teenage God" series. Hopefully of many* *This story is a fantasy based on dominance and muscle in an older-younger gay setting. If this doesn't sound appealing to you, then don't read any further. All characters and story-lines are purely imagined and not based off any true facts* _____ I lay on the floor o...
"Carl, wen did yooz realise yooz were gay?" I asks him as we walk home. "When I were 14, I messed wiv me mate at school an realised I likes lads mo' dan birds." He replies. "I didn't know till today," I sez. "I always guessed ya might be but I wern't sure till da uver day when ya left ya skateboard in me room," he sez, "I knew ya must have seen me jerkin'...
As I drove us back to my room I scanned my memory for any time I could recall being someone's first experience. I was drawing a blank. As many encounters as I'd had in nearly thirty years I was sure I must have been. I guess they handled themselves well enough to hide that knowledge from me. I started putting myself in Mike's shoes to formulate an approach...
Mark glided down the sidewalk towards my house as I hoisted the final bag of mulch onto my shoulder. He had long strides, a fluid gait and a brisk pace. His chiseled bronze chest and washboard glistened with a lather of sweat. "Hey how are ya doing?" I asked with a nod. "Good, you?" He replied with a bright, million watt smile. He slowed his pace. "I need...