This is a true story from two days ago. I'm a 47 year old married man. I mostly love pussy. But some times when I get these urges to be with a man they are to fight. I'm 5'3" and weight around 160. Dark hair blue eyes and a nice butt. I've only been with a few men. Only oral so far. Well anyway. Two days ago I was fishing for a cock to play with on my favo...
Chapter synopsis: While Chase loses his property and his dignity, our narrator takes possession of his new condo and his new boy. *********** The movers arrived bright and early. I had just awoken from a pleasant sleep, dreaming all night of how I could punish Chase next. I felt refreshed and empowered once more. It was that same sense of certainty that ga...
Many years back I bought a share in a food truck, I traveled to all the fairs anything that was going on I was there. I was looking forward to a rodeo that was coming to our city, watching the guys riding was fun to see. I got there a couple days before the start of the entire show, I had a great spot just outside where the riding would be happening. I caugh...
It is one week since my first gay experience and I'm still trying to sort out the feelings and emotions running through me. I'm in my late fifties, married and have never cheated on my wife. For the past ten years, I've been questioning my sexuality. I enjoy sex with my wife, but in recent years, my porn watching has changed to watching men instead of women...
We had been kissing and more, now we were both getting hard and Rob suggested we should head to the bar. Well if we didn't head out soon I wasn't going to be able to stop from going down on him and taking his load. We straighten up our clothing and after another sweet kiss we head out the door to wait for an elevator. When it arrived I was glad to see it was...
Kitty helped me load up the back of my truck with some things for Ayden's family, but she didn't have time to go with me. She had called an early morning practice for the band. I drove down the maze of dirt roads to his sad looking little house. He was waiting for me in the same clothes he'd worn last night. I unloaded the boxes and carried them to the fron...
Chapter One: Paul The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Cir...
I have always been a very tightly-wound guy. As a kid I had to be good in class, in college I was one of the best on campus and at work, I toiled harder than anyone around me. I am also a very introverted guy and can't speak to people about my problems, a trait that has caused me to bottle up a lot of anger and misery inside of me. My story starts on a Wedn...
I leisurely walked into the bar. It was a dingy Friday night with dimmed lights and Beethoven playing on low. The place carried a depressing atmosphere, with oak furniture and floral patterned art nouveau wallpaper. There was however one little ray of sunshine. That little ray of sunshine was a nineteen year old wearing light skinny jeans and a white sleevel...
Seeing Ryan holding handcuffs made Zach's brain buzz and his heart race. "Thanks, but you can keep them." He glanced back up at the T.V. screen, feigning interest in the warm front that was moving across the country. Ryan hung the toy on the handlebar of Zach's exercise bike and stood beside him. "Are you okay?" "No." He dried his sweaty palms on his pant...