(Is this a gay story? Maybe, maybe not. More bisexual, unless, of course, the Friday Night Club becomes the focus. We'll see.) The night was supposed to have gone better. I brought her flowers and her favorite champagne. The stage was set with candles glowing and soft music. It was the beginning of the weekend. Yet it never materialized. What should have be...
Downstairs, there were enough towels around to make a cautious estimate concerning how long it would take before some stranger and I were playing with each other's cocks. Shortly was the simple answer, though the jacuzzi had to be factored into the calculation. Seeing at least 6 men in the bubbling jacuzzi, I showered thoroughly after my previous encounter...
I still feel nervous and even scared thinking about other men. Or at least the thought of being found out. I'm a married man, and I know my wife would not approve. Hell, all of my family and friends would probably find it hard to accept. Now, there I was sitting at work, looking at a local social networking site. This new (to me) site isn't really for anyt...
Note: This is my first story ever, so please comment and tell me what you think! If people enjoy it then I'll continue with more chapters. The story is fictional and does not portray any actual people or events, though it is a fantasy of mine. It is rather soft in the first chapter, but will get more rough in later chapters (which will be uploaded if people...
When James told me he was "70% gay" it didn't come as a big surprise. His designer dog, stereotypical lisp, animated conversational style, and constant singleness were pretty much arrows pointing to a reality that he thought he was hiding. But, as a member of the church, he felt it was important to only come out to a few close friends. People who would be un...
Five months I had been in this all male fallout shelter. Nukes destroyed the world outside and I barely escaped into the shelter in time. Given that it's only males down here, I made do with blow jobs from my roommate Richie. Well, at first it was making do. After a couple weeks, I started to really enjoy it. A couple weeks after that, a truth or dare game r...
*All characters and situations in this story are entirely fictional. Any similarity it may share with a real event is purely coincidence. Also, I would like to thank AngelLove on editing this story, as it was a very exceptional job.* * It was getting to be unbearable. Gregory Kaplan checked his watch to make sure the room's clock hadn't been deceiving him....
There I was, on my knees in the center of a dimly lit living room, naked as a jay bird. Between my thighs, my cock and balls were bound up tight from a latex cock ring. My dick jutted out from my crotch a good five or six inches, excited by the vibrating bullet that the ring had pressed against my scrotum. A long drool of my clear pre-cum steadily leaked fro...
Let me first introduce myself. My name is Marcus Sinclair McManus. I am twenty-five years old, single and I live in Los Angeles. I work in advertising for a relatively small, but very successful and profitable agency called Sinclair McManus, which I also happen to own. I became the sole owner of this agency, founded by my parents Andrew McManus and Jennifer...
Part 2 The festival "What." I stammer a reply trying to think he couldn't have seen me surely not. "Dude gay." Mike says looking at Paul in disgust for asking the question. "Why would you ask that." "Im just fucking with him." Paul laughs but he is looking at me strangely or am I imagining things. It had been a couple of hours now since my first gay exp...