Fantasy Biker I get a kick out of cruising on my bike. Almost every weekend I'm riding the roads all around town. I usually ride alone, but at the end of my ride, I stop at a bar on the edge of town and have a brew or two before heading home. The place has its' regulars, but it's not a biker bar by any means. I shot a few games of pool with a couple of the...
*This is a continuation of "It Does Get Better." Please look there for context* It had been about a month since the night I had sex with Diego in his car. We hooked up a few times in the following weeks and were exclusively fuck buddies. He texted me last Monday to come over to his house, but my car broke down that morning, and so I couldn't go. He didn't s...
Morning came and Alex awoke with a start. He looked around the room trying to remember where he was. He had a funny taste in his mouth and his stomach was rumbling with hunger. And someone was in bed beside him, taking up too much room. But then he remembered who it was and it all came back to him, the shower, the kissing, the dick-sucking. He reached over a...
The entrance to The Diogenes stood amidst the elite of London's Gentlemen Clubs but two minutes from Whitehall. Sandwiched between the Explorers and Cavalry the unnamed and unnumbered entrance presented nothing more than another marble portico in an already abundant forest. As I descended from the hansom the door opened miraculously as if by some invisible h...
Kevin was miserable as he stood in the damp, cold drizzle and held out his thumb. Not many vehicles went by, and those that did pretended not to see him. He was about to give up hope of getting anywhere when a beat up pick up truck slowed down. 'Thank you.' Kevin gushed to the driver. 'Where are you headed?' the friendly face asked. 'Anywhere to get out o...
What I am about to write here is part confession and part catharsis. However, it isn't something I feel guilty about because it was forced on me. I would never have chosen to do the things I was made to do on that warm night in May 1865. What I do feel guilty about, what I do need confess is that I can't seem to stop repeatedly committing those acts. You'll...
Thanks to those who vote and send feedback. Please keep it up. Hope you like this episode. * * * I'd left Paul's flat early the next morning, alone. George had been keen to accompany me but I felt rough and needed time to take stock of what had happened and how much I had enjoyed it. After just 2 hours sleep I felt done in. I was lucky enough to pick up a...
Please note that although essentially a true story, I almost always carry condoms (just in case) and on this day it was no exception. No condom, no anal. But for the purpose of this story I have omitted their use. ********************** If I were to score myself on a scale of 1 to 10 as to how gay I am, I'd be around the 11 mark. Not in terms of camp or co...
Ray and Andy were best friends and had been so since grade school. If you had seen a photograph of them when they were nineteen or twenty you would be looking at two of the cutest, hottest twinks you ever saw. When they went out dancing all heads would be turned in their direction and men would compete to take them home. But the years had passed and after m...
This story is of my discovery and my first time with a dildo in my mouth and my first experience sucking a man's dick. Yes, this story is true and yes, the names have probably been changed (lol). All subjects are well over 18. Feedback is certainly welcomed, I will answer any questions as I see them. Enjoy, JJ. ***** The question has been asked "what wa...