I'm have been torn for years about whether or not I am gay. Years ago I had an experience with a hitchhiker that lead me to write and post on Lit a story titled Am I Gay? What I am about to tell will answer that question once and for all. I began an online correspondence with a guy after meeting him on a gay chat site. Like me he is married, but is much yo...
My parents have a cottage in the countryside. There is a farm about a mile down the dirt road where this hunk, who is the son of the farmer, lives. I've caught him spying on me when I would be alone at the cottage. The exhibitionist in me loved dressing and undressing for him. He never approached me, but from watching him jackoff while I put on a show told m...
This is more of an essay, or perhaps an autobiography, rather than a story. Although much of what I have to say is based on my life experiences, the first lesson I have to share is to "Be yourself" and don't try to live your life to anyone else's expectations. I was born in 1941 and raised in a small, rural community in upstate New York. Now, in those days i...
The eighteen wheeler in front of me had shown symptoms of irregular driving, and I was just contemplating whether to drop the speed to stay back even more. It was raining so heavily it was nearly dark. My attention never would have wandered so far to the edge of the road, if the truck hadn't deliberately swerved to the side to hit a large puddle, splashing s...
The following is a fictional story from a bi-curious guy. Part II: Sucking and Fucking I'm sitting on a couch watching a porn video. A blonde with a tanned, tight body and large breasts is on her knees with a dick in her mouth. She slowly bobs her head back and forth on the massive cock in her mouth. Another man on her left rubs his long semi-erect cock ag...
I hate conferences. I know they are an unavoidable part of being a college professor, but they are a big hassle for me. The one I went to in Atlanta a few years ago was a case in point. I had to drive up there from Gainesville (where I teach history at a major university) because I had been chosen to represent our faculty at one of the smaller schools in Atl...
The title of course is misleading; my first penis continues to be my own. This tale barely mentions my second, which belonged to my teenaged wank-off buddy Lenny, as both of us messed around with each other as horny, small-town adolescents. But somehow "My Third Penis" just doesn't make for a captivating title, however accurate it might be. The adjective "...
We both finished rinsing off and I shut my own shower off once Sven had turned his off. I reached for one of the towels he'd brought in and looked at Sven as I started drying myself. He had a scornful look on his face and stood there with his hands on his hips shaking his head in disapproval. "Wh....what?" I asked, totally confused. "You've still got a lo...
I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock going off in Sven's room. I groggily came awake and sat up on my elbows. I was a little confused at first about where I was but through the early morning light starting to filter in through the windows; it all quickly came back to me; the long bus ride to my aunt and uncles, dinner together with my new cousins, havin...
Chapter One: Something about Him I hadn't picked up a hitchhiker since I was in my twenties, but there was something about the young man standing at the entrance to the Adirondack Northway that made me stop. The boy looked so young and innocent that I was afraid for his safety, and these days who knows what might happen to a kid who looked so timid and frai...