I met Stefan when I visited the local college to purchase some t-shirts for a friend's kid who was planning to attend the school. First about me. I'm a 34 white male. In good shape and 5-11 with dark brown hair and a professional look. I don't identify as gay, but I have been with more men than women. And because of my job I am not out. When I entered the...
It was one of those beautiful, crisp fall weeks we get in the Rockies. A freeze the week before had sent all of the tourists and campers scurrying home. Now Indian Summer had set in and it was warm and mild. I packed my truck and drove up into the mountains west of Ft. Collins. I took an old logging road and found myself in a small little valley with a mead...
Just a little introduction: I am a married 50 year old white man who recently started experimenting with my sexuality. I am 6 feet tall and 230 pounds, very hairy and have a trimmed mustache. Just your average guy. I have always been considered a very macho type of guy; military vet, biker, hunting and fishing. I've always been attracted to women and have ha...
"You got it?" Sanchez asks after a long drag on his Marlboro. His name's an affectation: he's lily white. He's Mom's sweet boy, cleans his room, does his own laundry, kisses her goodbye, sells joints and pills to highschoolers on Saturday night, then goes to Church on Sunday pretending to be sinless as starched white sheets. Typical American shyster. S...
I'm not sure what I said while I was in the garage. I was in shock. He certainly didn't say anything or let on about anything. Of course that might be because his boss was standing in the doorway to the office behind me and listening to what was being said. The mechanic was dressed in loose-fitting coveralls—and maybe just that and the boots, because he did...
What a neat idea, Ted thought. He'd been down Lexington a couple of times a week all semester from his room to his classes at the university and he hadn't even noticed the Chance Café, down on the lower level under a hippy New Age gear store. A cyber café, he quickly figured out from a scan of the membership agreement, where you could hook up with other guy...
I was walking home from the Peacock, where I had been watching the hot college girls dancing the night away, rubbing their asses and pussies up against their boyfriends, or any person that would dance with them. Needless to say, none of that action came my way, and I was very horny. Since I am bi sexual, I was at the point where I would have settled for a 10...
First off, I must acknowledge the world's greatest editor, Bert_Fegg. Also, if anyone is searching for an editor for their own M/M erotic story, I highly suggest finding yourself a straight male from the UK. The commentary on the sex scenes makes the editing process much more entertaining! Also I would like to thank everyone who has taken time to read, com...
I finally tasted the salty piss-slit of the purplish-red cockhead as it touched my parting lips, and the veiny shaft slowly slid into my warm wet mouth. The scent of sweaty man meat from the base of hairy pink balls spun my brain into a cock-sucking machine. My head moved up to meet cock as my hips pressed toward my face. I felt the turgid meat twitch twice...
It's November 1974 and twenty-something Ben is spending a leather sex weekend in New York with forty-something Ian and Robert, two tops on vacation from England. After being used as an eagerly submissive sex toy all day, he's gone with them after midnight to the Ramrod Bar in Greenwich Village, to meet Richard and Peter, a couple they'd made friends with at...