We all went into the front room and Helen took the role of hostess, guiding us to where she wanted us to sit, and getting everybody a drink. She had put Marie and me on the sofa, while Terry and her sat in the armchairs opposite. "Terry get the fucking music on." Marie said, taking a massive swallow from her glass. "Calm down Marie." Helen said. "You'll be...
When the second man kneeled in front me, I opened the poppers bottle, feeling how he began sharing my cock with the other man already going down on me. It was exquisite surrendering to both men, two mouths worshipping a cock that felt increasingly immense, guiding them over its vast length. Breathing out, lost in heaven, seeing other men have sex around us a...
I stared at my son David. He was oiling up with our opponents, and god he looked amazing. Time had been more than kind to me, but my child—who, having just turned 20, was exactly half my age—was exceptional. He shared my 6'3 height, as well as my muscled frame. Years of tennis, weights, and wrestling practice had helped him along, and I couldn't have been mo...
*** This is a fictional story of a scenario that I think is all too real for most gay and bisexual men, even in this day and age. Too often, I think we forget that we're all just confused, lost people bumping into one another in life, and that doing so often has a long lasting effect on each other. I didn't want to spend too much time here going over relatio...
Lost in the inky black abyss of slumber, William Kikiwawason's huge red-chocolate body, wide shoulders, wide chest, and big arms are all balled up under the silk white sheets. He was dreaming. Asleep. But still, consciously aware. He KNEW he was sleep, he KNEW he was dreaming. But he also KNEW there was giggling. And he was trying to decipher if it was just...
WARNING: This story gets very graphic at points and if you have a weak stomach, I do not recommend you reading it. After this chapter, things will change a lot. I'm aware of the huge cast of characters which I'm trying to whittle down or use more creatively. Chapter 5 and 6 are finished and will uploaded as soon as possible. ***** Not just our team stood...
As a college freshman at a state school in the Rocky Mountains, I was a pretty conservative guy, especially considering all the boozing, drugs, and wild sex that was running rampant in my coed dorm. My high school years were very low key; I had dated the same girl since sophomore year, swam competitively, and studied hard. At university, I was in way over my...
I stood in the dark in the doorway listening to the quiet sound of his sobbing. He said there was no pain, and I believed him. No physical pain, but what is pain. Who knows what hurts most, he was only 36. In a few days he would have faded and gone. I would go in soon and hold him, stroke away the tears, kiss them away, hold him to me as I had done now for...
I had a crush on my teacher, Mr Jones, in my Senior Year at High School. Every time I saw him, my cock would leap in my pants. To the outside world I was straight, in fact I had developed a slightly exaggerated and totally undeserved reputation as a ladies man. It made me laugh, but the more I denied that I was some king stud, the more my reputation grew. In...
Looking back on it now, it's hard to believe that age 27 I had never been fucked by another man. As a kid I'd had the usual sexual experiences with neighborhood boys but it never progressed any further than jacking each other off, or maybe licking another boy's maturing prick. In high school sex with girls was the goal of all the guys. Even so, the sex play...