Since my wife's brother had moved in, the three of us had settled into an unusual living situation. My wife had become docile and well-behaved under her brother's stewardship. Towards me, however, she was somewhat dismissive. Every night she did two things: she sucked him off behind the closed door of his room and then she jerked me off in our marital bed. W...
Cigarette butts lay scattered on the ground as the aroma of cheap cologne and wildflowers wafts through the air. Typical, nothing day on a community college campus. The newness hasn't worn off yet. Everyone is still walking around with that wistful air of happiness. It's enough to make man puke. Give it a week or two; they'll be bitching soon enough. This i...
On Monday, Grady and I were teamed up on an American History assignment. I suggested we research the subject individually, then meet up at my house on Friday afternoon to work on the finished project together. "Maybe we could do a sleepover," I suggested, trying not to let on that I had ulterior motives in mind. Ever since I face fucked Grady, and experienc...
I had felt the tension for a long time, and for a long time I had wondered if there was such a thing as making a "safe" move. My capacity to appreciate other men as sexually attractive doesn't bother me at all, mostly because it rarely insinuates itself into real life. I'll have the occasional same-sex fantasy while masturbating, or during a lazy weekend af...
Previously: "Want to watch a movie or something?" he asked. "Sure." I went and sat down on the couch while Michael stood with the remote and cycled through Netflix until he found something he wanted to watch. I expected him to just sit next to me, but after he sat down he pulled me over to him until he was lying down with me as his little spoon. My skin t...
I had known Stan all through high school. We were not friends but acquaintances. Early in our senior year we had eaten lunch at the same table. It was all guys who talked about guy things-sports, girls, politics. I knew that he was conservative as we both discussed how we were going to vote in our first election as we were both now eighteen. Stan got on my n...
When I wake up I don't feel hungover but Dan is still in bed, presumably asleep. I'm not hard this morning when I wake up, in fact, I don't know if I can make myself hard because I can barely even pee. It is only when I am midway through my shower that I realise I am still drunk. I go back to our room and change in front of Dan who seems to be waking up. For...
I knew I was gay from the age of fourteen, I had been fantasising and looking at the men on the television, never the woman. I felt like a freak, a total and utter freak of nature. That was until I met Ben, he made me realise that I wasn't something out of a horror movie waiting around the corner, waiting to gnarl a small boy with my manhood, making him cry...
I wrote of some of my bi experiences that have happened in the past in "My first guy"; "Business trip" and "Field trip to a bathhouse" This story brings my life up to date. It is a true story that happened a couple weeks ago. I truly hope you enjoyed. --------------------------------------------- Twenty-eight years old becomes forty-two in a blink of a ey...
The False House I've spent the past year now sitting in the same chair, seeing the same slur of familiar faces and listening to the same old man remind us all about how much we've fucked up our lives. "But don't worry," he says, "there's still hope." The look of complete apathy we always wore would beg to differ—it's not like any of us chose to be here. I...