FELLATIO CAFÉ: A SECOND HELPING This story was edited by 'RedGirl' It had not even been twenty four hours, but I couldn't keep myself away from Alan. Our first encounter had been one of the most thrilling sexual experiences of my life, and I couldn't wait to get my hands (and mouth) on his beautiful cock. I showered and shaved and put on a pair of shorts (...
6. Uncle Blair thought Nettie was someone named Victoria, that I was her beau, and Roger was a chauffeur. Needless to say, I didn't expect to get much out of him, but he was very happy to see us. He had an upper-crust English accent, which was something I didn't expect from Nettie's family. But then, if there was a Raj from India involved...damn my sex-cra...
(Note to readers: Thank you for all of the comments on all of the chapters thus far. After some consideration after reading these comments, I have decided that I did not like where this story was headed after the second chapter, so I am going to be picking back up from there and revising chapters 3 and 4 and hopefully continuing on for more. For clarity, the...
It was quite hot for St. Patrick's Day. I have learned through the years to be always on the alert for opportunity and often it comes when one least expects it. Nothing pleases me more that to "happen" on a heterosexual young man who has rendered himself unconscious by alcohol. So much the better if he is somewhat homophobic, not that I consider myself gay...
It was simply divine our very first fuck, having gotten the preliminaries done, but with Tim and I - well we soon realised we had so much in common and I had the hots for him the first time I met him in the super bowl. He looked so good in chino's and white tee shirt, and if I was ever unsure about my sexual leaning before, I knew then. I sort of approached...
My wife, Melanie informed me that a foreign-exchange student would be here this week and they'd be staying with us for the summer. I didn't much care but since she came back from her mission trip, she keeps yapping about helping needy youngsters in poverty stricken countries. I just shrug and continue to enjoy the life of retirement so I went to mow my grass...
True story as always here guys. Enjoy and rate please. *** My house was being fixed and we had to stay somewhere. I asked my friend James if I could stay with him for a few weeks. I was ecstatic... it was going to be just like old times. When we were younger we were pretty close; he knew I was bi and always down to fuck. I'm 6ft tall with curly brown here...
There had been a time when Dillon hadn't cared if he would ever walk again. The result hadn't seemed worth the effort. He couldn't see his life going anywhere, so he didn't feel the need to be able to get there. No great revelations had come to him in the past three months. There had been no bolt of lightning, no voice of thunder telling him what he was goi...
The following story is about a man coming to terms with his sexual orientation, as well as his feelings for his best friend. Characters are 18+, and any similarity to other characters or people is purely coincidental and not intended. Please feel free to leave any questions, comments, or concerns, as they will be greatly appreciated. ***** Oliver watched a...
This will be an ongoing short story series of TRUE STORIES about my life on the streets. I will post them as I get them written. The first of which (this one) contains non-consensual male on male sex. If that bothers you, DO NOT READ. For those who wanted to know what happened to Houston (because you felt sorry for him), [RE: BOYS AVENUE], I've given it som...