I laid in bed staring up at the ceiling wishing I was still asleep. It was already after ten and I had slept long and well. I just wasn't ready to be awake. There was a lingering dull pain in my ass that wasn't unpleasant and I smiled at the memory of what had happened. Though it had hurt, in hindsight getting fucked had not been as bad as I had expected and...
I knew as soon as I was coming close that I should not go on—that there was nothing to go on for. At first I sensed it; everything was too quiet. None of the small animals and birds were about, and the bushes themselves seemed to be holding still in fear. And when I came closer, I could smell it on the air—the fear was there, but also something else. Nothing...
I grew up in a small, southern Illinois town. And I mean small. During my childhood, the town had a population of about 1200 but it had been on a slow decline for the better part of the last 50 years, with a large portion of each subsequent generation moving away and never looking back. Wholly unremarkable, with no stop lights and the only grocery store bein...
It had been a quiet day at my salon this Friday. I run a small salon in a midsized town in the western U.S. I do hair styling of course, manicures and pedicures and some massage. Some of my women clients like a relaxing massage, but since I’m gay, I assure you, it’s strictly professional. Yeah, I’m gay, but I don’t really fit the stereotype of a gay h...
I was never more nervous than while I was waiting in the dance rehearsal hall, trying to keep up with small talk with the pianist, while I was waiting for Miloslav Cersenka for my audition to dance in Defiance. I was torn. I wanted to do this, and not just for the money I needed to help keep Mr. Masters's lifestyle afloat. I needed this for me too. I was beg...
Names of Characters in this story are fictitious and any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental. * With my cock straining to get loose from my jeans, I looked forward to seeing him every noon hour. He'd eat his sandwich, some cookies and an apple, while looking in my sport-card shop window. By now, I felt like I knew him. And when he'd...
It was easy to keep myself busy at work – too busy to have time to think about recent events. I made it all the way to five o'clock without once feeling the need to reexamine my sexuality or my relationship with my roommate but as soon as I walked into the door of the apartment, as soon as I laid eyes on that couch – the one that John had stretched back in j...
This was a short story request by one of my readers. He wanted a short story to accompany the male version of the picture "A Good Bedroll" by the artist InCase. While I am a bisexual writer and I have written gay scenes before, this is my very first fully gay male story. I quite enjoyed writing this sappy tale. I hope you enjoy reading it. ***** "You are a...
As I drove toward Sir Steve's home, the exhilaration of our first meeting played and replayed in my head - causing blood to fill what I had already come to think of as His cock. The growth cramped His large balls, and I fidgeted but resisted touching, as I had promised Sir Steve that I would not touch His private parts after showering for my visit. Recalling...
This was insane. After getting all horned up with some online interaction on a man-to-man sex site I was driving to the house of a guy I didn't know. He'd asked me to come over for some cuddling and fondling after letting me know he just wanted some body contact with another man. In fact, he specifically said that the invitation was not for sex - and, for so...