I always thought I was straight. The thought of men never aroused me. I never fantasized about someone's cock, and I didn't think about my classmate's appearance. All of that changed after that day. My friend, Nathan, was the complete opposite in that regard. He was gay and very open about it. He was also very big. Compared to my very slim and feminine phy...
Eve Winters, known to her slaves and the BDSM community, as "Mistress Eve", was quite pleased with her success in controlling her slaves so far. She was especially satisfied with the power that she had over Adam, her husband. She married him to get legal title to half of his estate, which has considerable. She frequently fucked other men, and only allowed A...
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...
WARNING: This story contains words that may be offensive to some readers. As they are not the author's point of view, such words were used liberally in basic training, especially back in the seventies. And I assure you, oh savvy reader, the story is fictional. All characters are over 18. This is basic military training of a very different kind. * I said n...
My name is Tina Armstrong and I am the hottest woman in the world. Standing at five foot nine, I am a blonde with dark blue eyes, tan skin, and breast that made a gay man straight. Actually, my beauty really did cause a gay man to go straight (he's bisexual actually). It all started at a gay club where I go to when I wanted to just dance. I was wearing a...
The Club So now I had an alternate plan. I was convinced that the magazines were the problem. Those photos got my imagination working and got me horny. If I actually saw guys doing those sex acts depicted in the magazines, I would be appropriately disgusted and revert to my normal, straight self. And so I resolved to go back to Old Town on Saturday and go t...
It was late and the lounge nearly empty and I debated whether or not to order one more drink before returning to my room. The final minutes of a lopsided football game lit the television overhead. I pretended to watch. I ordered a last drink. The only other guy at the bar ordered one more also. When the bartender returned with his beer, I was close enough t...
My mind was in a quandary, but my dick was hard. I could still taste Tan's pungent nectar delivered right from the source. My hand wanted to grasp my "clit" as he called it but I remembered his admonition. I feared that somehow he'd know...that he'd figure out I came and not let me have any more of his hard dick. Damn, had it been less than 24 hours since I...
When I woke Sunday morning, I was completely nude. I'd showered and removed my makeup before bed. The image in the mirror as I pissed standing up was totally male. I was clearly a man, in appearance at least. Sure, I was totally hairless, but that didn't make me less male. Inside I didn't feel manly. I didn't feel independent, willful, or strong. I felt vu...
Introduction: Dear readers, this one is something a bit different for me. It is just a short and simple attempt to portray the love shared by two men through letters. It does however hope to capture the essence of a subject dear to me; the potential beauty of love between homosexual men. I hope you enjoy this little effort and as always, your comments and...