The title of course is misleading; my first penis continues to be my own. This tale barely mentions my second, which belonged to my teenaged wank-off buddy Lenny, as both of us messed around with each other as horny, small-town adolescents. But somehow "My Third Penis" just doesn't make for a captivating title, however accurate it might be. The adjective "...
I couldn't wait to get off the bus and get back to the jock dorm. I was tired and wanted to sleep, but most of all, I was excited about the new world that had opened up for me. I tried not to think too much about the implications...after all, I wasn't gay. I had fucked plenty of women and thoroughly enjoyed the experience; I had had my cock sucked and had ea...
Don't get me wrong – I love women. I've been fucking them for most of my life, and I haven't gotten any complaints. I mean, I have no reason not to like them. What guy wouldn't like a girl's lips wrapped around his cock, slurping like some rabid, toothless animal? Or what about when they straddle you with their curvy hips and ride you like they just got back...
[Thank you to all those readers who have not given up on this slow-moving story. However, there is still quite a lot of sex.] Chapter Twenty: The gay Professor at home Spurred on by David's idea, early in January Tom got his microbial bioassay method working. He had approached colleagues in the microbiology lab, and they had told him that a mutant of the...
I was desperate and horny, and with my best friend Hunter deciding to take the "straight road," I didn't see much hope of getting laid in the near future. Oh don't get me wrong, I'm not dancing far outside of the closet myself. I haven't gotten around to having one of those wrenching "Hi mom, I'm gay" moments yet, and I'm not sure I will, but I am gay. Hunt...
Chapter 84: Abandon Naught Merrick drifts himself through the water, fully equipped with his sharkteeth and shells, along with his harpoon mounted on his back. His tail waves up and down, just slowly moving himself in no direction in particular. He signals on instinct around him, though he could really care less if there was anything threatening in his vici...
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Weird Straight Boy There was still time until Saturday, and Carter had homework to do. He could hire a private detective to follow Alex around, but, somehow, he felt that would not be a good idea. Alex was a star, not a housewife looking for love outside conjugal bliss. He was a star, and getting other people involved sounded like a r...
I stood there next to the baggage carousel, waiting for Lincoln Douglas's flight from New York. I was nervous and wondering why I'd said I would meet him and put him up for three nights. He was some high muckety-muck preacher with a big church in Harlem, who was down here in the research triangle of North Carolina to watch his grandson play in the Duke-Georg...
[This is chapter one of six chapters of a completed work, which will post by the middle of May, 2020.] Johann heard her, singing in a low, sultry tone, as she moved to the shower house behind the lean-to he slept in. Christina wasn't exactly being quiet, but Johann was sure he knew that getting his attention was her intent. She had been doing whatever she c...
He could not be mad at Klaus. After all, the guy was working himself to the bone. Apparently, being rich didn't mean sitting on your butt, by a pool, eating ice cream or something. But Jake had to admit that he felt restless without being able to talk to the guy. He had wanted to call a few times but felt guilty at the thought that Klaus was getting too litt...