Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === The restaurant seemed a lot more expensive than those I was used to: it certainly wouldn't have been the sort of place I'd have picked if given the choice. The starters alone cost more than I would usually be prepared to pay for a whole meal, and I didn't regard myself as a tight-arse – well...
I no longer recall what triggered the idea of this little story. First, it's not erotic. As usual, I was torn about which category it would best fit in. At the heart of it are the feelings of two men for each other, so I went with "Gay Male". If you're looking for a quick sexy read - this is not it. Although there's no sex, all the characters are over 18....
I rush over to Calvin's house as fast as I can, almost running. I have to hold my erection down in my pants to keep it from flopping around. Finally, I get to his front door. I'm more nervous than I've ever been but I've dreamed of this moment for years. I ring the doorbell. Calvin comes to the door, wearing a t-shirt and spandex underwear, the only type th...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Pulling out of the car park after meeting Cameron, I couldn't help but marvel at how much nerve he must have. Imagine going back to a stranger's flat and rimming him while his mates looked on! The idea of doing something like that myself was more than a little titillating and could form the...
How I came to these circumstances is not germane to my tale. Suffice it to say, that at the age of retirement, I find myself on the road with no family, friends, or prospects and nothing but the clothes on my back and in my knapsack and $100 cash in my wallet. I got a lift to a large truck stop, where I hoped to find a ride out west. I was able to spring fo...
Jason had left my house, and a very special gift for me to remember him by. Although his stinky underwear and socks were sufficient, he left his phone number as well. This meant that he wanted to see me again. And of course I wanted to see him. I quickly picked up my phone and entered in his number. I texted him: Me: Jason. Hey! It's me, Cody. He didn'...
Hello again, princess. Welcome back. Welcome back yet again to our journey through your mind. Our journey through your feminine girlie mind. We are almost there, princess. We are almost to the end of our journey together. I know that makes you sad but it's okay. It's okay, my sweet sissy. It's okay because we have more to cover and I will always be with you...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** It was March of this year in Dublin Ireland, I decided to take an impromptu vacation to the island, but lacked the funds necessary for an adequate AirBNB, so I decided to try something I never did before... Stay in a hostel. I booked a male only room that housed up to 8 gu...
Throughout supper, and in fact for the entire evening, I couldn't help but sneak glances at Kalin. Once or twice, I think I caught him watching me too. But with dad in the room, I didn't dare to do or say anything more. Anyway, by the time I went to bed, I figured that would be it. Like I said last time, I was a bit naïve. I guess it was about 2:30am when...
The lad grinned across at me, pleased for the lift. I wasn't going exactly where he wanted, but I could take him to a motorway junction twenty miles short without too much of a detour. He'd have to sort himself out from there: either stand in the cold with his thumb sticking out, like he had before I pulled up, or otherwise pay for a bus. He didn't look lik...