Disclaimer: All characters are entirely fictitious. The events described here never happened. Please, do not read if you are under 18 or are offended by explicitly sexual material. Andrew woke up with a start. No! No! It could not have happened, his conscious mind told him. He did not just get fucked by another man. But even as his thoughts sought to deny i...
Hey y'all! This story is particularly kinky and has dirty talk, pup references, and other kinky things that you may not like! It is based on a bar in Saint Louis called JJ's but with quite a bit more kink and sex. Please enjoy! _________________________________________________________________ "Dude, I don't know about this..." "Relax, bro. You were the o...
I could hardly walk as I made my way down the corridor and back to the life class. My legs, back, anus and balls all ached like mad and I was sure I'd be black and blue when I checked the mirror later. I tried to slide in quietly and without attracting attention to my return but Steve, who had been drawing next to me, saw me and let out a yell. "Hi mate. Gl...
He's the mid 40s muscle stud daddy who picked me up in the hotel bar. I'm the horny stud muffin, 20 years younger. We'd chatted and joked at the bar, half watching a hockey game on a big screen TV on the wall. We were getting along. I liked his style, his confident, masculine presence, and the way he put me at ease. It was clear he was interested in me, me i...
West Campus Condos was a big new three-story building occupying most of a city block near the central UT campus. Jack stopped at the parking garage entrance and punched in the code the condo manager had given him over the phone. The bars swung up and he pulled into a visitor parking space. The elevator doors opened as Jack was reaching for the button. A ta...
Author's note: This is quite a long saga of a very masculine young man coming to terms with his sexuality. If you just want to read about hard sex, then my advice is to jump to Part 2, where hopefully you may find it? I dedicate this one to my Iowan Butterfly, a very special, warm person. * * * * * Part 1 - England: Barry was a young gay guy; eighteen y...
It is said that bisexuality doubles one's chances of being laid on any given night. Of course, the joke only works if the subject is "out," and I certainly was not, even at age 19. High school...not always the best time to let your friends know that you fantasize about both genders. I first started fantasizing about other guys during junior year, but I tho...
There was something in the young Vietnamese man's eyes, a strength of will, and knowledge of his power over me. Yes, I know it wasn't logical. It is not as if I were a weakling or a waif. We were about evenly matched in height and I'm sure my own 155 pounds exceeded his by 20. But still, he intuitively knew what I needed and what I lacked. I was young thoug...
Thunder? Stampede? Earthquake? Ragnarök? No, man, it's the Disciples. The whole motherfucking gang. They're on their hogs, and they ride. Hair streams like sinister oriflammes. Naked biceps clench in leather jerkins. Fists twist throttles. Like a dust of diamonds sweat glistens on the tattoo tapestry. The Disciples roar through primeval forest, serpentinin...
My name is Michael Charleston. I am a young black man living in New York City. I attend the state university and currently, I am taking up business administration. It's alright, I guess. The story that I'm about to tell you takes place during Spring Break of 2006. I had decided to hang out with my friends whom I hadn't seen in a long time. I'm referring of...