Author's Note -- There are moments of dubious consent or non-consent in this part of the story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, do not read. ### "Maria, c'mon . . . I told you this already." I held my cell phone as the sound of my girlfriend's voice reverberated in my ear. "I TOLD you that I have a meeting to go to. It's required...
Editor's Note: story contains nonconsentual themes. * Let me introduce myself, my name is Alex, I am a 21 year old skinny white boy with a high school degree still living with my parents at home. I work at the local grocery store. The reason for my failure in life is my uncontrollable addiction to porn and masturbation. Every time I finish my work I quickl...
When I moved in with Nick I was a 22 year old student. He was 21 and on a sports science course on the same campus. A mutual friend introduced us and it just so happened that Nick was looking for a roommate as I was looking for a new place to live. I was immediately attracted to Nick on a physical level; blond, 5"7, toned with a slim body and quite feminine...
Sean rubbed his sleepy blurry eyes and tried to focus on the alarm clock on the nightstand. 6:25 AM, five minutes until the alarm went off. He usually hated waking up before the alarm, but this morning he had a raging hard on that demanded his immediate attention. At 18 years old, his cock demanded attention just about all the time, but sometimes were more u...
It was six months after my eighteenth birthday when I went to an adult bookstore for the first time; I'd wanted to go after I turned eighteen, but had always been too nervous. Being shy and a bit of a loner all through high school -- even though I'd had a girlfriend -- I'd yet to have sex, and since I was getting bored with just my hand to get me off, the ch...
Air travel nowadays is a crapshoot. The worst aggravation can happen when you least expect it. That day when I flew back to the Dallas/Fort Worth airport after a short business trip, planning to catch a connection back to my home in Austin, I had no idea how screwed up things were going to get. It was the end of May. We had taken off from St. Louis late on...
It's Sunday afternoon and I'm waiting for Fred. Last night, I met him at a gay nudist party. We had sex in front of a bunch of naked men. Today, it's just going to be us. The doorbell rings. I sing, "I think we're alone now / Doesn't seem to be anyone around" as I get up and cross the living room floor. Fred's a big black bodybuilder with skin the color of...
After I had sucked my first cock dry and Bob had reassured me I was a real cocksucker, he pulled me to back up on the couch till I was lying along beside of him. I was amazed at how wonderful was the feel of his smooth naked body pressed next to mine as we shared the after-glow of our hot sex. I had never experienced anything like this ever. I loved the feel...
Dinner was late that year. On the table. Cold. I waited. Waited. Waited. Tic-tock-tic-tock said the clock. Then chimed. And chimed. And chimed again. Pete the canary sang along. I waited. He wasn't coming. Stupid! I should have expected this. I got out my laptop and wrote to pass the time. Give him a chance, I thought. Maybe he can explain. I opened...
Terry Bingham arrived home to find a note attached to his door: Get a shower and come over. Wear your trunks but bring a change of clothes. Neal. He raised a curious eyebrow at this, shrugged, and then entered his house and did as the note suggested. Thirty minutes later he was en route to the home Neal shared with his same-sex husband, Bob. He heard music...