As soon as I had finished licking the cum off of Jon's softening cock, I excused myself, and went and took a long hot shower. As I soaped up my body I was literally shaking, feeling both exhilarated at what had just happened, and guilty at submitting to this stranger. Without saying a word to him, I toweled off and dressed quickly, and asked him to take me h...
I got to the triathlon just in time to see Tim transition from the bike to the run. I yelled to him, cheering him on. He didn't seem happy to see me. He did look sexy in his tight tri suit which showed off the bulge of his big cock. I thought that it would be awesome to suck it now, all sweaty and hot, and as he ran off I admired his tight, fit ass. I wait...
Tuesday night and I'm leaving the office late again, debating, should I go to the gym and do my usual Tuesday night workout, or to the bar for a beer? Rob, and his monster cock might be there, and if he is, I'm sure he'll want me to suck it for him. He's a mountain of a man, 100% stud. Who wouldn't want to suck his big fat cock? (is that a gay thought?). I k...
Peter Thorne parked the cruiser in front of the sheriff's building, looked at the stone work of the fortified frontage then switched off the engine. Peter was in Arizona working as a sheriff's deputy in an exchange scheme which was taking place between the British and American governments where law enforcement officers of both countries who were of suitable...
Coffee on, Sunday paper spread flat on the table, and I was ready for a perfect morning. Well, almost perfect. It would be perfect with a little company I thought. As I began to read I heard the doorbell ring in the apartment next to mine. I’m somewhat nosy, so I peeked out my window and saw the sweetest little door to door religion boy I had ever seen. He...
Peter Russell stepped out of his car and looked up at the building before him. 'Block G, level 4, room 417,' he muttered to himself under his breath, glancing down at the key in his hand. All around him anxious parents were fussing round their kids, helping them with boxes, bags and suitcases. Pete slung his backpack over his shoulder, pulled his case from...
Jeremy reshouldered his bulky camera bag and wound his way to the back staircase that led to the basement of Wilson Hall. He had two hours free, and with luck the darkroom would be his alone during that time. He took a mostly forgotten stairway so he could avoid passing through the student publication offices. He wished that the basement didn't make him so...
Note to Readers: This story includes gay sex. If this offends you, or you are under legal age, don't read it. It was autumn; the trees by the highway were like enormous explosions of brilliant color. My friend Tim was happily rubbernecking as we drove out into the country. Fortunately, I didn't need his help navigating. This was extremely familiar territory...
The next morning I was awakened by a sense of something not right. I lifted my head and saw a figure quietly closing the hatch. I was about to demand the person identify himself when I caught a glimpse of white in the darkness. "Spike, what are you doing?" "Sorry, sir, did I wake you?" Rowlands answered. "Yes, you did. What are you doing here?" I am not s...
Griffin's POV My arms are wrapped around Graham. My body is pushing into him. The water is washing over us. It feels so good. I don't want to stop. He feels so good against me. It's not until his words interrupt my descent into utter bliss that I realize where I am and I what I'm doing. "Griffin. Please stop. You're drunk. You are going to regret this in t...