It's Saturday night and you find yourself aching for some enjoyment as you sit in your apartment. Your hand squeezes your hardening cock through your jeans. "Fuck, I need to get laid," you think to yourself. As you stroke yourself through your pants, you run through a list of phone numbers in your head. "Amy? Nah, she's dating someone now. Trisha? Out of tow...
Mmmm... sleep, I reach over to touch Alex as I'm waking but the bed is cold. I listen for him in the bathroom. Nope not in there. Oh crap! Now I have to go. I get up, pee, put shorts and a shirt on, then check my phone -- no messages -- and go on the hunt. Oooh! Follow that coffee smell. Entering the kitchen I see Beth reading the paper at the breakfast bar....
The three of us walk through the glass door to find all our guests have arrived. There were hugs and cheery holiday greetings. I pull Callen tight to me and whisper for him and Jase to meet me in the den in five minutes. I have them sit, as I pace back and forth in front of them. I have to tell them what happened with Cory this morning and I'm nervous that...
It's been four months since the night my three housemates grabbed me, held me down, stripped me, tickled me, measured me and jerked me off. It had all begun early in the year with some verbal teasing and taunting about how small I was. I am only 5'5" and shy of 100 pounds. Mark, Sam and Chad are all good looking, well-muscled jocks. Mark is the biggest at ab...
(This is a partial male/male story that possibly involves more than one man and also possibly some forced sex. If you're not interested in that, please don't read it. If you are interested, please leave me a message. It's also not meant to be a great piece of literary prose. It's meant as a fantasy of mine; nothing more. Enjoy.) * The previous evening in...
I had just received some money in a will from an uncle I hardly knew. At 22 years old, I knew nothing about investing money but, was getting advice from all my friends on how to earn a good financial return. At the time, the safest and easiest thing to do with the money was to flip a house. So after watching the housing market for a couple of months, I settl...
I want to say a quick thanks for all the response I got on the first chapter and sorry for the long delay in between these chapters. It's a story that's been in my head for a while and I just wanted to get some of it out of my brain and into the world. I started writing it all out of order and have been very slow in getting the pieces all connected how I wan...
I toweled dry, wiping water and the Mr. Bubble residue from my skin. I closed my eyes. What was the problem? Despite my best efforts to ignore my little voice of reason, it whispered in my ear all the clichéd warnings my heart didn't want to hear... Don't mix business with pleasure. Don't put the cart before the horse. Don't be led down the garden path....
Being Gay and twenty-one years old in 1962 is not always easy... Of course, the Fortune Teller lied. Down a Walton Street edged with stalls, sideshows and gaudily beckoning caravans, strolling the chill illuminated darkness where it erupts into the fairground. The smoky spun-sugar aroma of candy-floss, hot dogs that drip with ketchup-blood, brittle golden c...
When I was eighteen I was going out with Jaclyn. We had been together for two years: I knew her family, her friends and her entire life story. Her older brother, Teddy, became my best friend. We just clicked, like we were brothers... which he always joked about because "if we are brothers, your girlfriend is your sister...dude, that's wrong..." We laughed e...