I walked into the bar and plopped myself down on one of the stools, breathing a long heavy sigh. The sign outside told that the name of this place was called "Respite" and after the day I've had, that's what it might as well be for me. After mustering the courage to actually tell my parents I was gay after years and years of silence, I was rewarded for my...
I was becoming a cum slut and I liked it. Guys were so easy and straightforward when it came to sex. "Hey, can I suck your cock?" "Sure." I still like women; but they just aren't as straightforward as men. You know what I mean? Anyway, one day my girlfriend Cyndee and I were having dinner and we got into an odd conversation. She asked me if I had ever w...
Michael cleaned up the pear splatter on the wall and turned off his iPod, putting it back in his pocket. He didn't know how he felt about his recent discovery. His grandfather wasn't crazy? He did have a ghost? And said ghost hated pears? He decided it was time to pay the ghost a visit. 'Is there really a ghost in here? What if he's in here now? What if he...
Author's Note - So, I've realized there's a benefit to writing erotic fiction. All my other...hobbies?...are now valuable uses of my freetime. Google Image searching ESPN Body Issue? Research. Related image searches for Colin Kapernick and Carlos Bocanegra? Research. Looking for bootleg copies of The Joy of Gay Sex? Research. Reading erotica and yaoi? Resear...
The weekend started the next morning, and after jacking off three times the night before high while flushed on the aroma of that little yellow bottle that Ray had given me, I finally awoke. I called Ray at the number he had given me. A recorder came on when I called, and without leaving a message, I just hung up. It was around 9:30 in the morning and I had t...
The rest of the week, Sharon and her family showed Cion what Queens had to offer and showed him Manhattan during the weekend. He was enthralled. Bright lights and big city were words that could never have hoped to do New York justice. As they drove along the streets or made their way through the subways, Sharon made a point to show Cion every gay bar she kne...
Wild Card Weekend Vince Lombardi, one of the NFL's greatest coaches, had said, "It is essential to understand that battles are primarily won in the hearts of men. Men respond to leadership in a most remarkable way and once you have won his heart, he will follow you anywhere." I hadn't fully realized the veracity of this statement until I experienced it fo...
When I logged on to my computer, I found my naked pictures were gone— at least from where Johan had posted them. In fact, as far as I could tell, Johan's alias had disappeared from the site. My DMCA complaint seemed to have worked: Johan must've gotten suspended if not completely banned. I felt a hint of relief, but I knew it was too soon to let down my gu...
Steve sat in the back of the cab and played over how the night had led him to be here, sitting next to another guy, heading back to an unknown apartment on a Friday night. Glancing across at the man next to him, whose face was lit only by the streetlights as they passed under them, he shook his head, amazed at how he'd got here. The day had started badly. W...
Henri had been only the second man that I had sex with, after the first one seven years before. He was black, well endowed, and a true gentleman. He had no problem entertaining my bedroom fantasy to be feminine, and could either plain out fuck me, or tone it down and make love to me. He really knew how to ring my bell, and had nailed me to the mattress as hi...