This is a fantasy that involves male-on-male action and forced sex. If you're not into that please move on. It isn't meant to be a great work of literature, it's meant to be a silly fantasy of mine. I think I have a problem. I'm always horny and wanting to fuck someone or to be fucked by someone. Is that normal? I sometimes wonder about my life; is it getti...
(It is recommended that you read Sneak Previews first to follow this story the best) ***** It had been five days since my encounter with Brett in the theater. My mind was a mess throughout the entire week as the memory of what he did to me haunted and exposed a side of me that I didn't even know existed until I encountered that tremendous cock of his. Alt...
A Homoerotic Story By Jason Land FOREWORD This story covers a two year period in the life of one, Dr. Andrew Waterlow, a brilliant Oxford classist who turns to school teaching as a profession, but who who is finally appointed, aged only thirty, to a research professorship at the University of Oxford. Depending on context, he is variously referred to in t...
This follows on from another story called 'The Cycle Ride'. I hope you enjoy it. ************************* After the charity cycle ride to Pitlochry and back, the memory of my sexual encounter with Graham was not far from my mind. He had awakened long-buried thoughts and desires. I got really turned on thinking about him and what we did that night. I had h...
Like any other day I awoke at 5am and quietly dressed in a pair of grey sweat pants, sweatshirt, and running shoes. I like to stay active and I enjoy a run in the morning--it puts a peaceful hum on me for the rest of the day. Careful to not wake my wife and kids I stepped out and began my walk to the end of the street. It's in this walk that I really began t...
It started out like every other year. I go camping for a week every October by myself to kind of decompress from work and my marriage. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife very much, we have been together for a long time but sometimes it is just good to get away. I tell her it is to go fly fishing but all I really do is sit around the campfire, have a few drin...
Not long ago, I was invited by a friend to play tennis on Thursday afternoon. Normally we go on Saturday or Sunday. It is always that busy that we have to wait and can only play for half an hour. We heard that on Thursday afternoon it is a lot more quite. And yes, when you are used to the crowded weekends, this is a relief. From the 5 tennis courts availab...
*This story involves some male-male anal sex and some forced sex. If that turns you off please don't read any further. If that turns you on, please enjoy it and if you really enjoy it, send me a message! Boy, what a day for a street dance. I can't believe how nice it's been all summer and then the last few days the temperatures have been ramping up and no...
A tale from the old gay sauna-bar in Bournemouth, UK. There used to be a massive sauna and bar for gay men in Bournemouth. My favorite part of it was a dark play area with private rooms, public rooms, and a bondage room. In the bondage playroom lived a bondage bench. It was designed to be knelt over doggie style with two padded shelves for legs and a padde...
Each step toward the gym reminded me that I'd already been fucked once that night. My ass felt velvety, relaxed, almost frictionless after the stretching Eric had given it. I resisted the urge to squeeze the front of my pants. When we got to the doors, though, Aaron close behind me, my enthusiasm waned. Through the glass I could see the glow of the emergenc...