Note: I resubmitted this third chapter of the Summer Job story to place it in the Gay Male category where the first two chapters were placed. I hope it reaches the appropriate audience. * I had become obsessed with being a sex object. I felt like I was walking around with a permanent hard-on, continuing to think of stripping for guys hot after my body. O...
My name is Steve Victor. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, muscular and dare I say extremely good-looking young Black man currently living in Virginia. This year has been the year of changes for me. I graduated from Castor Academy, an all-male private boarding school in Boston, Massachusetts, and got accepted into Saint Theresa College. It's a private, dee...
The hunger for male flesh rises in me again. And I've got no choice but to go satisfy my cravings. My name is Jack Lemieux. A young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from the City of Cap-Haitien in Northern Haiti but I've been in Canada for six years now. I attend Algonquin College in the town of N...
I was away from home. Work had suddenly sent me to Liverpool (I live in Surrey) so I hurried home, packed a bag and hopped on a plane. I arrived at my hotel, threw my bag in my room and went to the office. I fixed the most pressing problem then left for some dinner, saying I'd be back in a few hours. Back at the hotel I unpacked. I guess I should point out...
In the early days of chatting online, so many years ago now, I used to chat a lot in various kinds of sexually themed chatrooms. More often than not I chatted under a female screenname. I've always had a very strong feminine side and I was good enough to get away with it. Under the various female names I used I chatted with men and women alike. Usually it wa...
Sometimes, I feel like hell is right here on earth, and not in some distant subterranean realm like the Bible says. It's like an intense feeling , one that cannot be ignored. My name is Elroy Samson. Who am I? Just your average, everyday gorgeous six-foot-three, lean and athletic African-American homo fatale. Yes, I'm Black and Gay and totally proud of both....
* * * * * * * * * * Note: This is a BISEXUAL story. It has male-female and male-male-female sex, as well as male-male sex. * * * * * * * * * * Rick and I were about to settle down for a Sunday afternoon of sports highlights when the text arrived. "Change of plans," I said. "What's happening?" Rick asked. I handed him the phone. Bobby's message was on t...
Danny and I met about five years ago quite by accident. But, fate has a way of doing many things that seem accidental. It was that fateful day five years ago when I attended a middle school function for my daughter Kristin. It was field day at the school. One of those end of year activities where the kids engage in competitions, both individually, and clas...
Mahmud Karamanli, and thus his captive male “wife,” Billy, lived a much more Spartan and furtive existence in Derne than they had in Tripoli. Afraid for his life, and seeing plots all around him, Mahmud moved his pared-down retinue from one position in Derne to another location almost nightly. Mahmud couldn’t trust anyone in the Karamanli clan now, not knowi...
Okay, so I always said I really liked girls. And I was right. I still do, lots. I also said I wasn't into guys. You know, watching them with each other, thinking about them with each other, especially not doing anything physically with one. So I was wrong about that one. After I ended my protracted fling with the first guy who ever pursued me, I figured I...