I was 18 years old when I was invited to my first gay sling party and I was looking forward to being fucked and having a very good time. I love being fucked and giving and receiving oral and being rimmed. This was promised to be a lot of fun. I arrived about half an hour after the party was supposed to start (I always hate being the first one there). I walk...
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All characters involved are eighteen years of age or older. This series will include sex between brothers. Do not continue reading if you do not approve of incestuous relationships. Again, this work is fiction. * Aiden and I continued to talk a little bit, but when the conversation was running dry, I knew that...
Recently a few people here have questioned me about my stories. So that you know these stories are true. They are my life experiences and names are true as well. Here is my first gay experience after I turned 18. This was a time when AIDS had not yet started and being gay was kept hidden. At this time I was very confused as I loved women but also would watch...
It was another rainy Friday night, perfect to end the summer with I thought as I rode back to my apartment in the Uber. I was completely exhausted and kept nodding off in the backseat. My whole body was tender after a week at the beach with my girlfriend. Nothing but sun, booze, and boozy sex all week. I was looking forward to getting home and relaxing in fr...
I landed a prime job in Bangkok about a decade ago. I had to travel back and forth to NYC (where I lived with my wife and kids at the time) - it was for 3 years but worth it because it would advance my career, as it has. So I had been doing this for over a year at the time and got into a good routine - work, gym, group of friends to hang out with, etc... was...
My first problem was what should I wear? I didn’t want anything too outrageous, I didn’t want to scare him off, but at the same time I did want to attract him and show him my feelings for him. In the end I settled for my dark blue mini skirt with pink satin French panties underneath. I had shaved my legs and thought I could get away with a pair of heels as l...
(All participants are 18 or in my case, way older.) I opened my eyes a crack, waking slowly. Dim sunlight showed around the edges of the drapes in my New York hotel room. I felt my 70 plus years in several places of my body from the previous nights activities. Beside me I could feel the warmth emanating from the slim body of the sweet young man in bed with...
I love riding my bike through the city. It's fun, cars are mostly polite and make way for you. You can ignore most of the signs if you like and not get into trouble. Mostly it's fun. Then there's the weather. It makes things decidedly less enjoyable. And that's where I found myself, soaked to the skin, at the stage of cycling apathy where pedaling was a mec...
First I must apologise to any gay men reading this who like their stories with a romantic element. That is not what I am looking for with a man. I am a part-time bisexual. I can go months without thinking about gay sex, but then the urge comes back. The urge to be fucked, that is. The urge to suck a cock and see spunk fly from it. The urge to get naked with...
Jason Curtis always considered himself a good Christian man. He was a staunch Republican who always went to church on Sunday's and followed the bible. He was a stalwart defender of the 'sanctity of marriage', opposing gay marriage and gay rights at every opportunity. He was outraged when gay marriage was approved and supported Kim Davis' actions. He was also...