When I wrote about me appraising men for their sexual potential at the start of the first chapter of this story I didn't really flesh my feelings out enough. I once had a girlfriend who said that she'd like to squeeze the packets of all the men she met as a sort of hello. Just to get the formalities out of the way. I now knew how she felt. All men were targe...
Just a quick note. Please note that this is my first attempt at any sort of fiction let alone erotic fiction. It really starts off slow and serves merely as an introduction to the central character and his life. I intend on this being a series but only if there is sufficient interest. – Curious Scribe * Dorian Greyling sat in his cubicle staring at h...
Lunchtime took me down 48th Street, almost to the docks, in the Hell's Kitchen area of Midtown Manhattan West. I was looking for more than a sandwich and a beer. I was fuckin' horny. So I was in a homo dive I knew about. I'd forgotten that it was mostly for shittin' fairy types, though, and had just finished wolfing down my burger and beer and had lit up a C...
Forward: For more than twenty years, I have looked back on my first same-sex experience with satisfaction. Satisfaction that I did not shy from the experience, that I freely enjoyed myself and my partner, that I have a base of familiarity upon which to develop an understanding of my sexuality, as well as my inhibitions. I accept my own sexuality, on my terms...
The following is a true account of what my average masturbation session was like back in college which involves both hetero and homo fantasies. I used to do this at least once a week. * * * * * Back in college my masturbation sessions usually involved looking up lots of sexual stimuli on the computer. Since I didn't have a computer in my dorm I always had...
I felt his saliva in my mouth, both fueling my humiliation and the desire to serve him completely! I was utterly his and had no desire to be anything else! Five minutes ago, he entered my hotel room as we had arranged. I was naked and kneeling, waiting for this stranger to take ownership of my body and "force" me to serve him. Now here I was, handcuffed a...
Todd Barker and I knew of each other but had never actually met until that Sunday afternoon in late 2008 at the home of a mutual friend. When we did finally meet, it was over a beer. He had known my sister Amanda for five years since they met at college. She had been, from the beginning, one of the few who accepted him, his fag hag. Amanda and I keep no s...
Sometimes, I feel like hell is right here on earth, and not in some distant subterranean realm like the Bible says. It's like an intense feeling , one that cannot be ignored. My name is Elroy Samson. Who am I? Just your average, everyday gorgeous six-foot-three, lean and athletic African-American homo fatale. Yes, I'm Black and Gay and totally proud of both....
He could not be mad at Klaus. After all, the guy was working himself to the bone. Apparently, being rich didn't mean sitting on your butt, by a pool, eating ice cream or something. But Jake had to admit that he felt restless without being able to talk to the guy. He had wanted to call a few times but felt guilty at the thought that Klaus was getting too litt...
I woke up the next morning at close to noon, with my hair matted and the bed still damp, smelling of his piss and our dried cum. I went to my front yard and picked up the newspaper. It had war news on the front page. The country was considering sending regular combat troops to Vietnam. I hadn't thought about the draft but I knew it could happen. I didn't wan...