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Fucked with an Attitude

by little sebastian on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The ultimate sex experience of my life occurred back when I was twenty-one. I had just graduated from college and had started my first real job. I spent most of my first couple of paychecks on clothes to replenish my stock of tattered rags. On the weekend, my friends and I would go to the bars to dance. One rainy Saturday night in October, the club we ended...

For Old Time's Sake

by BowTieGuy on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Carl and Mark sat across from one another staring into the campfire. Each lost in his own thoughts, comfortable enough with one another to allow the silence to stretch out as the sun sank slowly over the tree tops. The disappearance of the sun did not take away the oppressive heat of a midsummer night in southern Mississippi. Carl watched sparks jump deep...

Curiosity

by Diabloirishman on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

This began simple enough but turned into a total fucked up mess with me in the middle and center of attention. Having been married a long time it's easy to become very definitive in your lifestyle. For years my wife would always bug me about tasting my own cum or dining on a cream pie. Weather she blew me and fed it to me or eat her out after I came in her p...

The Mechanic

by Connermt on Oct 6, 2020
Gay Male

About five hours in to my drive a gasket blew on my car causing me an unexpected detour to my closest dealership. I pulled in to the bay obviously annoyed and was met by a pleasant service advisor names JC. As I explained my issue and frustration, he smiled. Normally that would have made me more irate but, somehow, his smile did the opposite. He talked wit...

Old Friends

by Gothickun on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

~*A work of fiction. Any resemblance to places, events, people--alive or dead--is purely coincidental*~ His big smooth hands descended on my hips with such finesse. It was as if a feather was running up and down my skin. His deliberate handling of my body enticed a reaction in me. His hot breath on my neck chilled me to the core, a cornered animal clawed at...

Opposites Attract Ch. 10

by theevilpeach on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

CHAPTER 10 KOEN Standing on the foot path outside Raul's apartment building Koen had to take a moment to catch his breath and roll his stiff shoulders, just letting the cool night air ruffle his clothing and loose mussed hair. He scented the air about him and picked up Rudi's familiar scent easily out of the many over powering ones around him. Her scent...

Sick Day Ch. 01

by TrvlGuy on Mar 26, 2019
Gay Male

All: I woke up with what I'm hoping is a 24 hour bug and I feel like I've been run over by a truck. I started feeling bad on the flight in last night and it just kept getting worse through the night. I'll still be online, but will be working from the hotel today. Text me if you need me, otherwise I hope I'll see you in the office tomorrow. Have a great day...

Wouldn't You Really Rather Have...

by anonymous_a on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"Wouldn't you really rather have a Buick?" The quote was from a commercial jingle. I was watching a YouTube video of old car commercials from the 1950s and '60s, and that line was sung by a woman hawking Buicks. Those were the days when American cars ruled the roads and foreign cars, like Toyotas and Datsuns, were considered junk. The only foreign car worth...

Can't Call Me Straight Anymore

by straighttobottom on Aug 24, 2020
Gay Male

This is a true account of my first gay experience last year. I was 34 years old at the time, I am happily married with a great sex life. Have always been a masculine guy 6' tall, 180 lbs with a shaved head, blue eyes, blonde beard, and in good shape that can honestly say had never once been interested or even curious about being with guys. As a consultant,...

Full Tank, No Reloads

by MisterDoctor on Nov 27, 2017
Gay Male

Every year since I was a kid, my Mom packed me two weeks worth of clean underwear and sent me down south to spend the summer with my cousin, Neil McCallahan. He lived in a bright yellow trailer elevated by four cinder blocks, with a trashbag stretched taut behind a broken window and a chipped bird bath on the front lawn. My own place back in the city was ten...