I felt right about it I really did. It had taken a long time and a lot of self examining to admit that indeed I had homosexual tendencies. But it took my now, live -in partner Bob, to make me feel comfortable about bonding with another male. It was almost as though he could read my mind better than I could, but he was trained in social studies which I guess...
Now, I ain't much of a storyteller, but, I'm a-gonna give a go, da tell y'all 'bout my excitin' youthful years. Them was the days, back when I was a shaver, I tell ya! Me 'n' m' two bes' buddies, Jeb 'n' Zeke, we use'ta spen' jus' 'bout all day, ever' blesset day, in the summertime, down 't the ol' swimmin' hole. We would strip down, buck nekkid, by golly, a...
Freddy didn't mince words. I liked that though. You knew where you stood. I always thought there was more to that look he gave me in the past than he let on. Or did I recognise his lustful look because I was as Bi as he was? I guess it had to happen eventually and certainly I did not discourage it. There was something about Freddy that really magnetised...
I'm banking on the fact if you like the first one you'll like the second one too. I wish you good reading!!! Ben banged his head against the wood panel of his house. His best friend was gay. A man that he had known since college, gone partying with, had told hundreds of jokes with was a fucking fairy. That was like finding out that every thing that he had b...
Of course I simply loved and adored him, without him I would feel as lost as a cucumber in a cabbage field, and our weekly meeting, that special care and attention, it is all to me and no one could fulfil what Ken is to me. When we are together, just the two of us alone at last, in the very secret privacy of his pad in Torbay I gloat on him, I have saved up...
And so to the afternoon session. My arse still tinglingly aware of Dili's attention, I make my way to bedroom 2 and the "ugly Latvian". Ivan at least knows the English for "Come in", or something like it. He is sitting in a chair, wearing a white bathrobe and when I enter he stands up and lets it fall from his body. He has a pug-like face, with a large, fla...
Author's note: Sorry, I was hoping to get to some sex by this chapter, but it's going to have to take just a little bit longer. Hopefully the wait will be worth it! Content/trigger warning: This series contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in co...
“I am sure,” said the priest, “that Jesus met this way with his deciples.” “You believe Jesus Christ sucked cock?” “Undoubtedly. His deciples most certainly did. With no female companionship, they had to relieve each other’s tensions. Men, lacking the third hole, must use the two they have to fulfil their earthly needs.” “Jesus Christ, Cocksucker,” I gigg...
I had always kind of sucked at poker, but never like I did last Thursday. I sat at the table with the regular gang of guys. Ken was winning the night. He was a big guy, easily over six and a half feet tall. Played college football back in the day. Vishni was from, I think, Pakistan. He was Asian/Indian, dark, inky black hair, a quiet type who was a computer...
I berated myself for weeks thereafter for not having given more thought to what had bothered me about what happened in the lounge at Jacob's ranch. Later my lieutenant, Burton Kahn, repeatedly told me that it worked out for the best that I'd let it slip my mind—and I hadn't even told him what the trying circumstances were that made it fall out of my thinking...