Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I'll Do You If You Do Me "Ohhhh Billy, this is...ohhh God...so wrong...we shouldn't be doing this..." I groaned. His hand moved faster and harder up-and-down my throbbing erection, and, yes...I did the same for him. I don't know what's wrong with me -- I'd never done...
It was a late Monday night. Mondays are always the worst, the weekend is over and back to work we must go. I needed to unwind so I went to the adult video store to pick up a little material. I was browsing through the masses of videos when I noticed a man, maybe 26 years old or so walk in and head toward the Gay/TV section. I didn't think much of it, that's...
Author's note: While the events described in this story are true, names have been changed to keep the identity of these persons anonymous. * I grew up in the Midwest in the 1970s—progressive times and repressive times all at once. We lived in the country in a Michigan town called Davisburg, so "getting around" just didn't happen—there was no place TO get a...
These experiences I'm writing about, are made from my former relations with older men ( being only with older men until now:) , only names and places are not the real ones. * I should start with the beginning into the world of older gay men, which was 10 years ago, when I was 19 years old. Until then, I've been only curious and had only fantasies about be...
Please read previous chapters to understand characters. ——————— The day dragged on, but it was finally time to go to Thomas' house. I couldn't wait to get naked with him, feel his body next to mine, feel what it was like to really be with a man, not just give him a blowjob. I wanted to feel his hairy, muscular chest in place of the wife's soft, smooth boob...
It had been a somewhat stressful week. I work as an international antiques dealer, you see. My work takes me all over, with a lot of tiring travel. As I near fifty, it is getting noticeably harder. Having said that, I do keep myself in excellent shape with a lot of working out and expensive beauty therapies, and my mind remains sharp and youthful due to my f...
There he stood, my rapist...could I call him a rapist when I enjoyed it so much? When I had wanted more? Either way, he was the man who had taken my ass in the woods not too long ago. Now here he was, standing in my doorway, asking to be invited in. I stood blinking. I hadn't processed a response to that. As if anticipating my thoughts and fading relucta...
Chapter 1: Tabula Rasa Shock works that way. A person runs on automatic. I read that once. Like an old movie projection camera rolling in slow motion. Click, click, click. The film sticks. Celluloid melts. My fate-- part of the mangled frames. I never believed in fate until now. "Wes, you make your fate," my father used to say. Tabula rasa. Blank sla...
It happened again last night. I was sitting at the bar minding my own business at the Harrington Hotel, the one near the airport, enjoying an after work glass of draft beer when a middle-aged man sat next me. There were plenty of open bar stools so he'd made a conscious decision to sit directly beside me. I didn't mind. One of the reasons I come to the Har...
Growing up in a small town in the northern Midwest, I had not experienced a lot of gay sexual action. I was actually not gay, but had always been curious about what it would be like to be with another man and suck his cock. When I was 18 in high school I had an oral sex session with one of my friends from the drama club (I know what you're thinking...but,...