I'm impressed and amazed at the imaginations of many authors here—able to write from multiple perspectives, inventing complex scenarios, developing characters through multiple chapters of evolving stories. I am not one of those authors. My background is in science, specifically biology. I deal with questions, observations, data, hypotheses, analysis. I rare...
I do wonder though, sometimes, how I think of myself, it's a pleasant sort of curiousness. Am I a gay man who has a girlfriend? A straight man who has been with other men? As more one way than the other? As someone who declines to identify that firmly? Adjectives, not nouns. I suppose I think of that long flight home, Melbourne to Singapore to Paris, then...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === As I lay in Debbie's bed, listening to the sounds of her sleeping, I thought about the sex we'd just had. Parts of it had been nice, I mused, but perhaps that was because I'd abstained for so long from being in a woman's bed. It had certainly been a treat to climax inside a woman after all...
MAX & THE CITY by KABS© Edited by hkf999 This is a story that I have written before, many years ago, and subsequently lost. Any writer that this has happened to can imagine what a sinker it must be to lose your only and original copy of something! Well, the inspiration finally struck a second time to put it back on paper all sexually active personages bein...
Chapter One: Hi, I'm Ricky. I am attending college to study computer programming. I have not yet met the guy with whom I will be sharing a room. Time for some background information about me: I am lanky, and could never be described as good looking. In fact, I am rather unattractive and on the dirty side. To begin with, my feet could raise the living d...
It was suspected by most of the guys in the class, with the exception of Mitchell Hollis, that his roommate, Greg Simmons, was passionately in love with him. Eighteen-year-old Greg's five-eleven, one hundred and ninety-five pound body, along with his notoriously aggressive attitude, prevented others from saying anything negative about Mitch, or from telling...
After Fred got married I knew it would be wrong if we went on having sex together – at least for the first two years of marriage – and I seriously weighed up the options of getting married myself. My mother was keen, maybe because I was still living in her house, but it was convenient for both of us and she was used to having me around. I worked hard at my j...
As Jim and I are lying back side by side he sees that I am hard again, but as he has just cum he is soft. We had both written each other about wanting to feel a cock harden in our mouth so I ask him if he would like a cocktail. As soon as I have said it I know it was a mistake as Jim quickly replies; "Yes please tell me a story about your fine cock!" Laugh...
This is the state I was in anyway, when I had to get on the plane to come home, not feeling too sad to be doing so, remembering all of this, the whole trip, but those moments of nakedness and sex, at the beach, in the house, the three of us naked and aroused, going to bed together, too tired to sleep, tangled up in each other, laying, sitting, rolling over,...
John was a distinguished looking man and ever so friendly. Young Peter was not exactly sure what he did in the hotel but he always seemed to be on his floor when Peter came out of his room or in the foyer when he returned to the hotel after work. John was such a big man, very handsome in a rugged sort of way and always took the opportunity to put his arm aro...