My first time was on a Friday. I was 23 years old and had been in a sexless relationship with a girl for several years and always sort of knew that I was interested in guys. Often late at night I would find myself wandering off the straight porn sites onto the links for man on man action. I began to imagine that I was in the photos and wonder what it would b...
Sandro's Third Year [This is the final instalment of this story and takes Sandro up to the time of his graduation. Hopefully there will be a sequel sometime in which we take the lives of Sandro and Dom further. Thank you for reading this very long story. I hope to publish it eventually as a novel on Amazon.] Literary Note: Pietro Aretino (1492-1556) Ital...
My mouth is red and sticky with blood. No, not blood. Lipstick, crimson and wet, a moist, warm gash. The illusion vanishes, and I ache. This is why I never wear red lipstick. My mouth in the tiny compact mirror hurts me, plagues me with memories that never happened, makes a phantom flavor burn upon my tongue--a flavor that I am all too familiar with, but t...
I carefully stretched my arm muscles while flexing my entire body before the mirror and check myself out for a while. I could easily afford to do that - at this time, the gym locker room was deserted. Very few people came here this late at night, and that's what I liked. Privacy. It was almost absolute - I saw nobody else in the gym at this time and there wa...
The second night. . . I awoke the next morning with only the slightest of hangovers from lastnight's beer. I smelled like dried cum, which was caked on my cock, and stale pee and beer. A quick run thru the shower, this time for washing me not for playing in, and all the usual morning ambulations. Within a short time I was ready to head down to breakfast....
I had walked by the theater four or five times trying to get up my nerve to buy a ticket and go in. My dry mouth and nervousness was getting worst with every passing second. I had heard about this place from the older guys at school. According to them they played dirty movies and guys would watch them and jack off while they did. They also said that if your...
I stir early in the morning, curled up next to him. His svelte cocoa body slumbers still. I feel like the luckiest man in the world, having this sweet caring man lying in bed beside me night after night. I snuggle close, looking at his handsome face that is still wrapped in sleep. I circle his dime size nipple with my finger, engrossed with the feel of his b...
It has been a very long and bitter winter. Going to school in one of the Northern states means rushing to classes on icy sidewalks, bounding over snow-covered curbs, and then landing ankle deep in gutter runoff water. I usually take my shoes off to let everything dry out during long lectures, but today is different. Today I am headed to the house of a tutor...
Greetings readers! Sorry for the delayed continuation, I am a university student and story tell on my free time. I appreciate your patience. Anyhow, lets see. *** My fiance was holding Nick's ass cheeks so that I could dive right on into Nick. Nick would occasionally make slurping sounds while giving my man a wet blowjob. After swiping up, with my tong...
I didn't want to be a cowboy, but I certainly wanted one to fuck me. So, to honor those sojourners of the dusty trails I wrote this. When settlers in the 1870's first used "dude," to refer to pasty-faced Easterners coming to The Rockies, they took notice of men with a distinguishable lilt (I have no doubt), of men with a different spring in their step, of m...