I was sitting at the bar of the Meridien Hotel in the Russian seaport of Murmansk, one seat away from Lev and with Mariana, a blowsy blonde, sitting on the other side of me, chatting up a businessman from Moscow. I liked sitting next to Mariana at the bar. It got a thought into men's minds, and, if Mariana wasn't who they were looking for but Mariana represe...
Part 3 finds straight Brian redefining his sexuality and embracing an unconventional arrangement. ***** It's been maybe two months since Mark gave me a blowjob. I spent those first few days after I fucked his face and came down his throat questioning my what, or who, I am attracted to. My sex life is no one's business as long as it's consensual. It took me...
Mr. Crosby, Rick's probation officer, was busily moving papers from one stack to another—and then, seemingly back again—and even took two calls and didn't hurry disconnecting them, as Rick sat across the desk from him and fidgeted. Rick's schedule was tight. He was expected at Groton's house within the hour. The appointment wasn't to mow the yard this time;...
Riding home in the gorgeous afternoon fall sunlight, the smell of sex remained in my nose. This was the first time a man's intimate scent provided such a lovely reminder of going down on a willing partner. And the first time my ass felt so good, providing a new sensation of satisfied pleasure sitting on the bike. The last hour had been heavenly, finding a pa...
This is a true story from when I was a grad student in college hanging out with my best friend Jordan. We bonded over pot, South Park, music, and intellectual conversation. I could easily have imagined marrying him, if he were gay; he's one of the most deep connections in my life. On this particular day, at his request, I showed him how to manscape, which en...
Sometimes the simplest of questions require the greatest amount of preparation. "The golden question for this week the same as for last week?" "Yep," my boss answered. We were sitting in the office of the chief of station, the highest-ranking CIA agent in country, in the Nicosia, Cyprus, embassy and, as usual, I was trying to see if I could see anything a...
Chapter Thirteen - Little Boxes He woke up with the first rays of sun gently invading the room through the curtains. He could not remember ever feeling so well rested. Usually, he was a fussy sleeper, as there always had to be something ready to annoy him, be it a crumpled sheet, a pillow all in knots, or his own mind trying to solve this or that. "Morning...
I glanced across at Pete as I took off my shirt. Perhaps because he was a lot younger than me, he seemed oblivious to any sense of self-consciousness or embarrassment that the two of us were having to share a room and get undressed together. He looked young enough to have graduated from college in the last couple of years and might have been used to sharing...
I'm an average guy, average in build, looks, and height, so I'm not exactly proud of my body. On top of that, I'm incurably shy, which explains why I'm still a virgin at 25. But the one thing I am actually proud of is my cock. It's pretty big, if I do say so myself, and best of all, I've always been able to cum really hard--I'm talking distance, volume, and...
From Confused to Convinced Chapter One In the early 80's, I lived in Boston while attending a community college, which was located on one of the main subway lines, "The Orange Line". The trains run extensively throughout the city and into the suburbs and a person can pretty much get to anywhere they want to go. I always wanted to go downtown where the...