Peter telephones Robert for anal sex to finish what he started on the train. "Hello?" "Hi Robert. This is Peter. I, um, met you on the—" "I know who you are Peter," said Robert. "It's not every day that a stranger pulls up my dress, pulls down my panties, and fucks me up the ass on a crowded train," he said with a laugh. "Please call me Roberta." "I was...
James had read, and seen, porn about men who could change the world, and that's what he'd been doing last night. After a quick, and mostly unsatisfying, wank, he'd fallen asleep wishing that there was more of this type of porn for gay men; where was the fun in reading about unlimited possibilities if all the characters do is make everyone's tits bigger? Then...
It had been an exciting experience. I jerked off two more times once I got home that night, focusing more on the thought that I had taken such a large step in turning myself gay. I certainly didn't feel any different, I just did what gay guys do, suck cock. Of a random guy they solicited off Craigslist, chiding myself for the thought. But it was one of many...
When I was 19 I had joined the army and found my first taste of freedom. I had had some gay encounters with men in public washrooms and such, but I still considered myself straight. One summer I came back to my hometown, Montreal, on leave. One night I ended up getting very drunk and flagging a cab downtown. The driver was older and asked me a lot of questi...
John finally meets his true love in church, of all places. Author's note: Being that chapter one was so badly received, I decided to make fixes to chapter 2 to all that my readers thought were wrong with chapter one, but then I decided that I'd be doing a disservice to my characters. Instead, now holding nothing back, I wanted to be true to my characters an...
Son sees his father having gay sex with Santa Claus. Because of what I saw Christmas morning, now every time I hear, I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, I substitute Daddy for Mommy and kissing with blowing. That song has new meaning for me, after I saw my Dad blowing Santa Claus. A true vindication, it was shocking, revealing, and comical. Let me start from t...
This story is partly inspired by messages from fans, with slight adjustments. Thank you for reading. ***** I wanted to share with you one of my current projects. A twenty five year old male by the name of Eric. Nothing too special in the looks department, but not too shabby either. He was neither heavy or slim, perhaps a slight softness to him. His eyes we...
Things changed slowly over the next half a year or so. Work was work, boring and uninteresting, but between that, my consistent aerobic gym work outs and keeping up with Danny took up the majority of my time. We saw each other every week or two, but sometimes he'd go days without texting me. He was definitely a bit of a bro, but he was always friendly and he...
Its 1980, I have been at College near Soho London for two years, every day walking the same route, past the strip joints, nodding at the familiar gangster here and there, past the porn shops past the adult movie houses and past the gay cinemas. Every day, never venturing in ay head down walking quickly to my destination. Yet every day I feel that urge that d...
It started out as an English project while I worked on my Masters at Oxford. I came there from Los Angeles on a Fulbright scholarship to study self-identified sexual orientation among internet users. As a bisexual, I always questioned the idea that people could be born liking one gender other the other and stay that way forever. By analyzing stories and pers...