We text during the week. I pass on two of my regular sub tops, telling them I'm not in the mood for their dick. I'm horny, but not for them. Diego, yes, we fucking exchanged names. Real names. He's kept me on edge all week. I'm no better. The text are flirty and I find myself looking forward to the damn things. He's ruining my game and I don't mind. I do hav...
Straight No More: Getting Ahead Summary: Straight man's interview includes taking cock in both holes. NOTE: This is a NUDE DAY 2014 contest story so please vote. Thanks: Richard, goamz86 and MAB7991. Straight No More: Getting Ahead This was the biggest opportunity of my career. A shot at joining the most respectable law firm in Seattle. I had already go...
The crisp, New England air wafted in a soft, fresh breeze along the path as the two young men walked side by side. While the warmth of the mid-afternoon sun danced among the multicolored leaves. Although, the brisk, autumn chill made their breath linger with faint wisps of steam in the air. Although, it did make a convenient excuse to press in close to each...
I returned to school with mixed feelings. My time with Donna had been great. Sharing intimate information with Doug was very special. I knew that I would miss them both. However, getting back to Kyle and starting our cohabitation was exciting. But there was more to returning to school than just a new living arrangement and an exciting love affair. Though I h...
I came home from work one day and noticed that the answering service on my phone was blinking. Wondering who it could be I pressed the play button. "You have one new message." I played back a male voice that sounded vaguely familiar though I had not heard it for a few years. "Hello Matthew," he said, "it's Chris Sampson. I have not seen you in a while. Ple...
"What?" "No surf today," I repeated, just making idle conversation, "Out there." Manly beach sat before us under a leaden sky. The low grey clouds moving swiftly, the water a dirty green. A hundred yards out to sea the surfers sat or lay on their boards in a ragged line, rising and falling on the long swell, waiting for waves that seemed unlikely to appea...
I'd seen him several times before, at Gerald's house and at literary do's. Networking, circulating. I'd even spoken to him a couple of times, when we had both been standing about in the same group talking business. He was a nice looking, rather sweet guy. He had always had a certain appeal about him, but I hadn't been looking for appeal then. I had deliberat...
When you wake up, the morning sun is peaking through your bedroom curtains. The smell of breakfast seeps through the air vents and you can hear your family going about their morning ritual of yelling about the news, laughing uncontrollably, and altogether being as Italian as possible. For a moment, you question why Mother didn't wake you up at seven as she a...
Kris stared at the message on his phone. 'Hook up?' Was all it said. Less than two hours after creating a profile on the gay networking app and someone was offering sex? Sex? Not just sex but sex with another man. At thirty-nine after fifteen years of marriage and two children, Kinky Kris was exploring his sexuality. This road had not been easy. He had met...
I had decided that since my meeting with a friend from a gay dating website wasn't going to happen and he had bailed citing he didn't want to get involved with a married man and that drama I was going to remain frustrated and waste all the preparation I had done to make that first appointment with him. Earlier we had decided to connect that morning online a...