Moaning. It escaped from Boi's lips like a gentle breeze passing through the tree tops. Groaning. I couldn't tell if the sounds he emitted were of pleasure or despair. His eye's closed, lips parted only enough for the sounds to escape, Boi's facial muscles were contorted in a way difficult to read from my vantage point above, where I stood tied to a tr...
The next morning, Bert seemed more relaxed and comfortable, as I did, and told me a little about himself. He was separated from his wife, having told her he was bisexual and had been having an affair with a friend of his. His wife didn’t take kindly to this although they were still on perfectly good terms. I explained that I had no experience with either gir...
I knew I was gay from the age of fourteen, I had been fantasising and looking at the men on the television, never the woman. I felt like a freak, a total and utter freak of nature. That was until I met Ben, he made me realise that I wasn't something out of a horror movie waiting around the corner, waiting to gnarl a small boy with my manhood, making him cry...
I wrote of some of my bi experiences that have happened in the past in "My first guy"; "Business trip" and "Field trip to a bathhouse" This story brings my life up to date. It is a true story that happened a couple weeks ago. I truly hope you enjoyed. --------------------------------------------- Twenty-eight years old becomes forty-two in a blink of a ey...
Three days ago, my wife passed away after being hit by a car while jogging. She always enjoyed running to keep in shape. I was in a daze all during the funeral not quite coming to grips with fact that she was actually gone. In the hours following the funeral, I returned home with my two young daughters, who along with their friends, stayed in the living room...
Hiya, yes I know, it's no excuse making you wait this long, but I'm writing this as I go along and unfortunately I don't get as much time to write as I used to. Luckily for you guys, that should change in the near future and you should see stuff more often. I've also interrupted this story with two others and I work on all three as inspiration hits me. In th...
As soon as the two men reached Fairfax's flat, Justin said he was tired and wanted to go to bed, even though it was only about seven o'clock. Fairfax went so far as to carry Justin to bed and tuck him in, kissing his forehead and saying goodnight. Justin blushed and curled up on his side, but didn't actually fall asleep for some time. He didn't hurt as badly...
*all references to characters, locations and events are fictional. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental* With my mouth and tongue occupied with your dripping cock, my mind begins to take in the details of my predicament. Here I am on my knees in front of you, my lips spread into a large O by the ring gag fastened around...
A Note: Thank you for all the comments on the first chapter. After a little thinking I decided to expand a bit on the story and re submit it, the core of the tale stays the same just the events building up to and the climax itself was expanded upon. Regards Arden. Disclaimer: This story contains senses with forced sex and minor assault. Most of the even...
Introduction: It's funny- a lot of times when people meet us they think Jeff is the gay one and I'm the straight one. He's not effeminate, but he is an art history major with a David Bowie obsession. He dresses like he's ready for a party at Andy Warhol's Factory at any moment. He even LOOKS gay- practically hairless and very slender, with pouty lips and h...