Robert and I are buddies. I guess you could better say we're buddies with benefits. Although we aren't exclusively involved and don't live together or anything, we do enjoy doing a lot of buddy things together and particularly enjoy 'getting together' on occasion. Robert and I first met at a gym in Chelsea soon after we each had arrived in New York. We bo...
I was originally going to write a short story complete with characters with names and personalities, but instead of writing a short erotic story, I thought I would write a short erotic confession instead. I'll try and be as detailed and concise as possible, to give you a clear vision of what my wants and desires entail. As you now know, I have very limited e...
Part 2 - Second Time is a Charm I could not believe what I had just done and how much I loved it! I grew up in a small rural town and homosexuality was derided and ridiculed but I just enjoyed it so much! I could not understand how something so pleasurable could be so frowned upon. I also knew that I still loved my girlfriend and that I did not want to give...
Since I came out and openly declared my homosexuality the whole world has opened for me. No more of those sinister and secret visitations thinking that what I was doing was absolutely beyond contempt. I guess that was simply because that was the way |I was brought up in a strictly Quaker environment - and that being straight was considered to be the only ri...
I work in a store, and when this happened, I was the Night Shift Manager. My crew and I would come in at about 10pm to get the groceries stocked for the next day. We also had a guy come in at that time to clean and buff the floors. This is not an unusual situation, but our floor cleaner, "A" was a bit of an unusual guy. For sure, he cleaned two big store...
The day that I saw him I hid under a desk. He was outside talking and I was inside peeping from out behind the desk and trying to understand why I was doing this. He was my co-worker and I was a manager, even though I am a year younger than he is. He worked in the cafe and he was married. I pulled myself up and turned around to catch the reactions of the cus...
I heard the knock at my door, and I was afraid. Terrified. I knew who it was, who it had to be. It was Greg. Greg was my parent's neighbor, had been my neighbor when I lived with them. I hadn't seen him in years until last week. I'd left town for college and stayed away for work. It was only recently that I moved back after a new job opportunity brought me b...
I can hardly believe this happened to me, it was so freaky. I am a young white guy, 23 years old, and just a regular guy, really. I am only about 5'7" tall, and 145 pounds, so I would be lying if I said I was a lady killer. I wish I had a great looking girlfriend, but with my baby face and my crappy job, I don't think that's going to be happening any time so...
Don't believe in stereotypes, they're not worth anything! If anyone tells you different, don't believe him or her. Just ask me. My name is Kelvin Monpoint, and I'm a brother with a story to share with you. I hear a lot of trash talk about bisexual men in the Black Community. As an openly bisexual man of Haitian descent, I find all that crap ridiculous. Serio...
Brad was a handsome man that lived in the house next to mine. Every Saturday night he would have a male guest there. But they didn't just chat and drink beer. They did a whole lot more. Brad was tall, athletic and (as I would soon find out) well-equipped. Thus, he didn't have any trouble finding a different sex partner each week. I used to watch him fuck a g...