My sex life has been pretty bad lately. I've been single for over a year, and even before that, I'd say that at best my sexual prowess would be considered "vanilla" - and that's giving me some credit that I probably don't deserve. Let me give you some back story. I'm a gay man who's doing far less than my dirty mind would like to be doing. Yeah, I've had so...
I'd been with Kevin for a couple of years and every once in a while we'd kind of joke around and talk about how it could be fun to a add a third dude to our mix some night. It never got past the talk stage, tough. But lately I'd been thinking about it more and more. Sex with Kevin was still great but, I had to admit, a certain routine had set in. I thought w...
Note: This story is more humorous than erotic, but I'm sure someone will find it appealing. *** I hadn't been laid in 3 years. Sounds insane? Not really. It's easy enough to find sex as a younger gay man, but when your hairline starts to recede, and you pile on the pounds, the well starts to dry up. Being far below average in the looks department doesn't...
A tale from the old gay sauna-bar in Bournemouth, UK. There used to be a massive sauna and bar for gay men in Bournemouth. My favorite part of it was a dark play area with private rooms, public rooms, and a bondage room. In the bondage playroom lived a bondage bench. It was designed to be knelt over doggie style with two padded shelves for legs and a padde...
As Brad walked down the streets of the Interracial Love section with Kevin, he noticed a black man frozen in place. "Kevin, why is that man not moving?" "Oh, that's what happens when an Author pulls a George R.R. Martin and doesn't update his or her stories in a while." Kevin pointed left. "That way leads to the Anal section. The Maxwell version of 'This W...
My name is Dick and this is the story of when I ended up in Homo-World, the adventures I had there and how it ended. It started a normal enough day, I woke up, took a shower, brush teeth etc. It was Sunday and I had nothing planned when Love called and asked "Hey, you have anything planned?" "Honey, it's Sunday. The only thing anyone ever plan...
November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He'd had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the l...
Written by: Bi.A.Piggy Reposted from other sites Standard Rules and licensing applies. This story comes from the depths of my mind. I am not a professional writer just someone who like to put the dirty ideas in his head online for others to enjoy. I don't care if you don't like my style. If you don't like what you're reading, close the window and read so...
Readers, please note this story has a lot of derogatory speech. Please don't think that I am homophobic in anyway shape or form. I am in fact a bottom/Vers bi guy and this kind of talk is a major turn on for me. Hope you enjoy part 2. ***** As I walked back into the bathroom I could hear the grunts and moans filling the air. I could still feel the cum drip...
Charles had moved into the spacious two story house two months ago. He was still getting settled. He hadn't had a chance to meet his neighbors, or satisfy his urges with anything other than his hand. He knew he could open up an app and scroll through the headless torsos, the flakes, the picture stealers and ghosters in hopes of finding someone to ride his di...