Chapter Thirty - How to Cure Performance Anxiety - A Short Guide Could Aron tell he was nervous? His friend closed his hand over Carter's, and all he could do was to think of the warmth he was feeling. It was not exactly like they were holding hands, and there was some room between them on the back seat, while the taxi driver seemed more preoccupied with wa...
He likes to think he's getting used to it, as much as anybody can get used to knowing what's going on in someone else's head. But if Andy and Connie don't cut out their little "will-they-won't they pining for each other" act soon, Henry's tempted to stage an intervention. He really doesn't want to have to do that, not least because he doesn't think Connie wa...
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Me and my best friend would Skype each other since we finished high school. I was now doing computing in college while he started work straight away in a diner somewhere a few towns away from where I lived. This meant we couldn't really hang out as much as we used to. It was in about 10th grade that I came out, and my best friend did about two months after I...
Monday morning commutes are often depressing. People's expressions are dour and tired – a sullen resignation that infects like a virus. Everyone's weekend was far too short. Nobody wants to go to work. Except for me. I love going to work. Because virtually every day at work I get to suck on James big fat cock. And some days I get to fuck it as well. Ever si...
I couldn't believe those assholes. Who did they think they were? I know when I've had too much to drink. I have a slight buzz but I know I could drive home safely. They took my keys and tried to stuff me into the car but I wasn't having it. If I couldn't drive my own car home, I'll just walk. So that's what I did. It was a bit chilly but manageable. After a...
Those of you who read my account of my first taste of gay sex will may remember that I had something of a baptism of fire – tied up, dressed in my girlfriend's sister's underwear in a local field, where I was forced to deepthroat a stranger before swallowing first his cum, then mine and finally some of his piss. Well, that remains my best ever sexual experi...
Note: This is not a simple story of gay friends fucking. If you are looking for a story with a quick blowjob three paragraphs in, then, my friend, click somewhere else. This part is the foreplay and sometimes that's the best part. Don't get me wrong, we DO fuck several times and in some interesting ways that are worth sticking around for. So if you're in it...
This story is totally fiction, although I really wish it was true. I have never had male to male sex but am still very curious to try it, even though I am much older now. My name is Dave and I am 25 years old and unmarried. I have had several girlfriends some of which I have had enjoyable sex. I broke up with my last girlfriend, Sue, about six months ago wh...
Naptime. The girls were asleep downstairs. Allen and I, in a lazy state from a lunch of chicken nuggets and french fries (the girls' choice), were sprawled out next to each other on the couch, yawning and gazing at the TV. Just another rainy Sunday afternoon playdate. Allen and I had been doing this for the past two months, giving ourselves a chance at a mo...