I became lost in the sucking. Every time I went faster, he would slow down the pace. I gently stroked his shaft and caressed his balls. My own balls were so painful I knew I wouldn't last much longer. This time when I furiously bobbed my head faster-and-faster he didn't slow me down. I was so consumed with the rigid pole of flesh inside my mouth I though...
Author's Note: A while ago I released a story called Chris' Adventures in Love. Re-reading it, I noticed it needed polishing. I decided that, before releasing the other parts, I should redo the first one to make it more consistent, concise, and interesting. Here's hoping this one's better_ All characters, places, and events are purely fictional and created...
I slept in until 11 AM on Friday morning. I had a job interview that afternoon downtown at a prominent Manufacturing Company called Web Designs Incorporated. I had sent in my resume applying for the position for Administrative Assistant/Secretary serving under the CEO of the company. I had just turned 29 and had recently graduated from a yearlong Webpage...
Pro Bowl ---Sunday Ben greeted me at the door that afternoon with an extended hug and I instantly became hard. Ever since last week, or perhaps even before, my dick had somehow become accustomed to springing to life whenever I was in forty feet of him. "It's just the two of us," Ben said as he affectionately rubbed the back of my neck. "You want a drink...
CHAPTER SIX Monday just before noon-present day Matthew Hunter woke up rather late in the day, he worked through the wee hours of the morning in his home office on plans for major renovation on an outdated wing of a major NYC museum. He'd received revisions and worked them out accordingly and would continue working on them to make sure he was satisfied the...
The thunder cracked and the rain pelted against the bedroom window, stirring me from another yet fitful sleep. The blue glow of the alarm clock above my head on the bed board threatened 2:05 AM. I lay there quietly, wrestling with counted sheep and boring lists to entice my fleeting sleep. The pounding of the rain soothing, yet calling my name, drew my atte...
Another hotel bar, a business trip and here I sit. You sit next to me, we smile at each other you introduce yourself, our grips are steady, not too bone crushing neither of us trying to prove how manly we can be but a sense of knowing each other comes over me. I start to tell you about my job and what brought me to the hotel, you listen intently and then tel...
Part I – The History My name is Patrick and finally, I have discovered my true purpose in life! Even though I have lived out my entire life (all 62 years) as a straight, I have always harboured just the tiniest feeling that I am at the least bi and perhaps even gay. These feelings started before I even reached puberty when I was so much smaller and shyer...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is a coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. Edited July 12th 2009: Kumani __________________________ The door to the bedr...
It was another damp winter evening when I stepped into the cosy saloon bar, escaping the irritating drizzle. As the frosted glass-paned door swung open my senses were overwhelmed with the smell of cigarette smoke and beer. The usual locals were already in their chosen places. Propping up the bar or sitting huddled around beaten copper tables chatting quietly...