last sentence, chapter 32-"none that includes me." "Jackie, I'm happy with our two meetings and agree that our relationship can develop into something we can both be happy with. I just have to talk with Fred and be completely honest with him. Maybe he'll understand and not be too pissed. Maybe we'll still be friends, possibly without benefits," I said. Jac...
I have always been bicurious but I have never acted on these urges. That is until a couple of years ago. I have a friend that is gay and we have been friends ever since we were kids. I never told him that I was bicurious. I had asked him questions about his experience with men but it was always out of general curiosity and I never said anything about being i...
Final Edited Version of One Little Bruise © Fuck! Sam couldn't stop staring at it. The damn thing kept teasing him, playing peek-a-boo from right under the edge of Jamie's shirt collar. Purple and angry looking, the bruise had to be a hickey. The little fucker with his white-blond, baby hair and those enormous chocolate brown Bambi eyes always got on his...
The week that followed my backyard anal encounter with Gavin went by in a homoerotic sex-fueled blur. My head was crammed full of thoughts of cocks and hard bodies; day dreams of cocks in my mouth, of my cock in other guys' mouths; fantasies of tight round bubble butts bouncing on my dick, of my ass being crammed with dicks. I went to the gym for a good pum...
That Saturday evening in late November on the occasion of my 25th high school reunion I expected to have a good time chatting with old friends, many of whom I had not seen in 25 years. Lynn Millan, a petite blond who had been my first ever date, had contacted me with a beautifully written invitation. It did not surprise me that the girl who had served two ye...
Up to this point I had never been with what most people describe as a bear (hairy, muscular, and maybe some extra padding). I met James at a friend's party, and we had talked and then gotten together afterwards. He was 39, white and a true to form bear. He was not fat or overly muscled. But you could tell he worked out. H wasn't overly hairy, just enough to...
Mr. Berkley checked his rear-view mirror and backed his Beamer out of his driveway onto the two-lane highway. His Rolex-laden wrist lifted so he could adjust the mirror a tad, then he ran his fingers through his silver hair. An aging man of expensive metals, he was. I sat in the passenger seat, my hands in my lap holding the twenty dollars I had gotten for w...
BROCK'S FIRST COCK A Story by kreme_filled Brock was sweating so hard he thought he might drown in it. He pulled his shirt up to his drenched face and attempted to wipe what sweat he could from it only to find that it was already drenched from the last time he tried to wipe his face five minutes ago. I know it sounds like the geekiest thing ever, but drum...
He left the ruins of Georgia in the summer of 1874, another orphan of the War of Rebellion and one step ahead of the lynch mobs and night riders. Headed west into the territories seeking out the promise of fortune on the far frontiers, but he was broke and hungry in the slums of St. Louis Missouri before the month was out. A young man without promise or pro...
About the time the top-down convertible stopped just down the road, waiting for him to catch up, Brady realized who it was. He should have been faster on the uptake, he thought. Who, other than the guy living five houses down from his parent's house in Titusville, Florida, owned a restored, cherry-red 1967 Impala SS convertible? Of course, what could he do o...