David sat at home in his kitchen on a plastic chair and felt the last few dribbles of piss run from his dick and into his underpants whilst what had not been soaked up by his wet grey corduroy shorts made a puddle underneath him. He pushed his lap-top away from himself and ran his hands over the front of his saturated corduroy. Now he had finished wetting hi...
The events related in the following "story" are factual. The names, of course, have been changed for the obvious reasons and there has been some editing of the chronology to make the story more readable. If you are a homophobe please move on. If you on the other hand appreciate the "bi-curious" male and his quest for satisfaction your comments will be apprec...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. It contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are under the age of 18...
This story picks up where the "Sensitivity Training" stories left off, with the same character as narrator. Feel free to read those first, and don't forget to vote and leave some feedback. * Two weeks had passed since my eye opening day spent with the three men who used and abused me to turn me into their gay bitch. There had been no real contact from any...
I think I made a mistake this past weekend. I mean, I'm not quite sure. I better explain. A couple of weeks ago, I started e-mailing this guy. We connected through some online postings for casual sex. See, I'm married, but I've had some good times with men in the past and I like to get a little man-to-man action when the wife is away. So, I went cruising so...
I sat in a table as close to the shadows of the bar as I could and turned the business card over and over in my hands. What the fuck did I have to do with a lawyer named James Gleason? Or, rather, what did he have to do with me? Sitting in the shadows in this sort of bar proved not to be a good idea. Before Gleason showed up, I had to turn away—politely, I...
I couldn't believe I put myself in this situation. Of course it was my own arrogance and stupidity, but in my 19 years I never had a problem that didn't work itself out on its own. Now here I was on the verge of losing my scholarship grant and telling my parents that I would need $25,000/year to stay in school and finish my degree. Not only would they be ang...
I was in my mid-50s, divorced and a very active bisexual guy. I had been hooking up with men in a gay chat room for several years, even before my divorce. However, the one I frequented disappeared from the web and I went looking for an alternative. I had heard of craigslist but had never used it, so I thought I would give it a try. I looked under both 'men...
Dry. I can't believe my mouth is so dry! I try to lick my lips, but there is nothing there. My hands are shaking, my mouth is dry, I'm on my knees and your very, very hard cock is less than an inch from my lips. I think back to how I got here. Strange, really. A few years ago I never would have imagined myself in this position. I love women, had been reason...
Copyright 2006 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: The type of encounter described in this tale is, if not new, certainly a lot more common now. While private glory holes may have existed before the Internet, cyberspace is an ideal way to advertise them. The story is based on incidents related to me by a friend, who insists they really happened. Whether they did...