My summer sexcapade with Marcus continued all the summer long and into the fall. His continued denials of being gay or bi-sexual confounded me. Such statements especially confused me because he made them as I was sucking his cock or while I was getting my ass pounded by him. It finally occurred to me that such statements made him feel better and they confirm...
I first met Ed at a family gathering one summer when I was in college. My family on my mothers side had deep connections to the area in which I went to school and every year we would gather at a grand house on the lake that my uncle used to take care of before he moved away. The owner gave him use of the house for at least two weeks every summer and we would...
College roommate Note: All characters are adults, over the age of 18. I suppose college is an age of discovery for lots of us. I was in the closet in high school. I found one guy to fool around with, although we'd always pretend it was just experimenting and we both were straight—despite doing pretty much everything two guys can do. That ended when I went...
Chapter One It was a Thursday night in the middle of the winter and, as usual, I was hunting for a man on my phone. I had an unconquerable desire to kiss, suck some dick, and possibly get fucked. An overactive libido was pushing me to reach out to men for sex, despite the chill outside. I expected to derive no results but persisted anyway, lining up the pot...
I spotted him sitting at the receptionist's desk on the first day of my new job at the University. This being the Computer Science Department there wasn't really a wealth of hot guys, so he definitely stood out. He was just my type, too—short but beefy, his head shaved clean, wearing a white t-shirt that barely contained his brick shithouse body. He had a ta...
Jim was in the Bachelor of Fine Arts program. Their painting studios were on the 3rd floor of the Arts Building, across the hall from the graphic design classroom and photo studio. In between were the men's and women's bathrooms. I knew him, seen him around the campus and other places as we traveled in the same social group. I had no idea he would introduce...
Pete woke up alone, and the apartment smelled amazing--something delicious was cooking. He tottered unsteadily to his feet and looked down at himself. He was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a furious hard-on. He pulled on a clean pair of boxers, stuffing himself awkwardly into the fabric tent before trudging to the kitchen. Dean was standing at the stove n...
Michael trembled imperceptibly as he wheeled his Ford Explorer into the narrow parking space in front of Suite 208, snapped off the radio and killed the engine. This is it, he thought. Both hands gripped the wheel as he sorted through complex emotions. No fighting it any longer. He had come to take charge of his life, and for once, finally after his 42 years...
Greg was working from home on Tuesday, as he would be every day during the quarantine and while on a boring conference call he logged into his personal computer to get in sniffies and see if anything might shake for later on that day. He noticed the same profile in the next town from the previous Saturday. The events of the conversation, and the afternoon ro...
"This is going to be the best summer ever." Dean cried on the last day of school. I remember agreeing with him but oh how wrong was I. Not only was it the worst summer I had ever had, it was the worst time of my life, bar none. It was the lowest point in my life and I, on more than one occasion, contemplated suicide. I still remember the day I got the call...