I am a Bi-Sexual 19 year old man and had decided to get into the porn industry when I turned 18. After getting my friend to take a few sample photos of me (Just the usual soft core, me holding my dick, spreading my ass etc...) I went off to look for someone who might be interested in doing a photo shoot. One day when I was having coffee with one of my frie...
This is a short story, extremely short compared with previous submissions I've made. Yet, it is a truthful admission of actual events in the life of the story teller. I am the writer of the story, not the teller of it. * Being a boy in the 1950s and a teen in the 1960s opened my eyes to things I never imagined. As a boy, I played outside and mothers in th...
Hi my name is Dave and this is the story of my first black boyfriend. So at some point, I decided to be gay. I had terrible luck trying to meet women and was struggling with depression and general downess. The idea of me being gay was always there, so I figured maybe I need to be adventurous to find myself. It didn't take long for me to meet someone who ca...
Connor's POV: 'Hey stranger, how are you holding up today?' Leo teased in his mock-Southern accent. I love it when he does that, it makes him sound like a sexy cowboy. 'I'm good, and you?' I smiled, he didn't have to know about the stuff with Caytlin. I didn't want to bother him with that, and I didn't want to think about it now that I could see him again....
I was 18 when I had my first gay experience. I lived with my mother and siblings, and we had many friends including a neighbor who would stop by the house often, for coffee, dinner and other family events. He was smart, funny and a confirmed bachelor and was friends with us all. He was more attentive to and supportive of me, I wasn't sure why, but I was pl...
Once nightfall came, Vince and Diante' lay in bed, side by side still passed out, Jared at the foot. The two of them had enjoyed talking among other things while revealing truths about each other's orientation. Vince woke up first, needing to go to the bathroom. He slid of the bed, stumbling towards the door before relieving himself of the excess liquor. W...
Hey, there. My name is Christopher Jean Marteaux. Friends call me C.J. for short. A tall, broad-shouldered and buff young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Northeastern University on a student-athlete scholarship. I'm one of the best Soccer players in the NCAA Division One, if I'm not being too forward. Right...
School was exceedingly dull the following week. I struggled to get through math and English on Monday more than you could possibly know. Tuesday was much the same, with engineering, geography and chemistry slamming me over the head. By the time Wednesday came around, I seriously considered not even going to school. What was the point anyway? I had been eight...
When I was 20...About a year ago...I went to friends family party that devolved into just a friend party; complete with drinking, games and smoking... Pretty fun party but it's late now. Most people at the party at this point are either asleep or leaving. I soon find myself in the houses finished basement. There's a couple of my friends and a couple of my...
"And a ten-inch cock." "You're shitting us now," Oliver said. "Yes, I'm shitting you," Porter answered. "But, really, I would want him to have a nice cock on him." "Well, high on my list is that he has to be willing to take out the trash without being asked to," Adrian interjected. "And put the toilet seat down too?" someone asked. They all laughed. "No...