It's Thursday night and I'm doing my usual shift on Gayline. Gayline is not a crisis hotline. We only answer the phone between 7:00 p.m. and 10:00 p.m. Monday through Friday. Our volunteers are not trained counselors. Instead, we do "peer counseling," which is basically being a gay person to talk to. A man calls. He asks about gay bars and cruising places,...
* * * * * * * * * * Rescued By The Mountain Men * * * * * * * * * * Night falls early in the Rugged Mountains . . . Tom Prescott was worried. It was early autumn and the temperature would drop below freezing before morning. He had warm clothes—boots, jeans, flannel shirt, sweater, insulated coat, gloves, and a stocking cap—but no food, no shelter, and no...
I'm leaning against the wall near the door at Dirty Sally's, nursing a beer. It's about noon on Sunday. This is a Labor Day weekend so the crowd is even bigger than usual. I'm a little shy in bars. Especially crowded noisy bars. It doesn't matter. I can just hang out in a gay bar and a guy will hit on me. I'm not handsome, but I am tall, rugged, and moderat...
It's a quiet Sunday afternoon. I'm watching an old movie when Daniel calls. He wants to come over. Sure. He says he'll be here soon. I brush my teeth and straighten up the apartment. That mostly consists of hiding the pot. Daniel's kind of weird about pot. He doesn't mind if you smoke it, but he really doesn't want to see it. I finish the housework and go b...
I sat at my computer, the little indicator of where I can start writing blinking at me constantly while I mindlessly thought of what to write. A friend of mine showed me a website called "Literaunchy," where strangers share sexual stories, fact or fiction so that other strangers can get off of it. Ingenious, I thought but it occurred to me that writing somet...
Friday the 23rd Everything changed between me and my sexy roommate that night in the gym's group shower. It was late and we were the only people in the dormitory gym. We worked out together almost every night. As usual, we finished with spotting each other on the free weights, then hit the showers. Frank Dixon, my sophomore roommate, and I weren't related...
This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above. *** Sometimes on the way to work I stop by a convenience for a bottle of Diet Pepsi. I know -- sodas are bad for you, including sodas sweetened with artificial sweeteners. You know what? Everything is bad for you to some extent. I happen to like the sharp taste of cola in the morni...
Note to reader: The following series of encounters are 100% non-fiction, best of my ability accounts of my real life encounters with horny men. Names, locations, and revealing details were altered to protect identities of course. PREFACE: Hi. My name is Rye. I am a cute, 5'9", blonde, big booty, white boy...with a hunger. I have a fairly symmetrical face...
Tom Prescott woke up with a hot mouth wrapped around his stiff cock. It was still dark and he could hear a soft rushing sound in the distance. He guessed it was the wind. It had been five days since Tom had gotten lost in the Rugged Mountains and found his way to Clint Hardwick's camp. Tom had been straight, with a girlfriend, but Clint and some of his lust...
* * * * * * * * * * Note: This is a BISEXUAL story. It has male-female sex, as well as male-male sex. * * * * * * * * * * "Is this seat taken?" The speaker was an Amazon--a muscular black woman almost as tall as Andy, with long flowing hair and rich chocolate skin, wearing a white blouse with a plunging neckline and a tight short burgundy skirt. She was hol...