“No, I’m not interested!” a man screamed as he slammed his door in the face of two mormon missionaries. Elder Smith and Elder Wood had been struggling ever since they had been put together as companions. They were serving their missions in New York City, which wasn’t a bad place, but they just couldn’t seem to find anyone to wanted to listen to their message...
As I lay on my back, my arms were extended over my head, my hands grasping desperately at the headboard. I moaned and licked my lips as Rob plunged his cock in and out of my ass. As Rob rode hard into my hole, I tried to concentrate on what he needed. This was, after all, his afternoon delight, his break from the real world. He moaned and groaned and pushed...
They had been on the same tour of the Frank Lloyd Wright house and studio in Oak Park, Illinois, and then they'd passed each other or sighted each other from the distance while both were strolling through the area picking out and observing the other houses Wright had designed and that had been constructed in what was now just a far suburb of Chicago. They w...
Authors Note: This story is to fulfill an outstanding request that I received some time ago. If there is a positive response to this story, I will write additional chapters about Bill's bisexual encounters with gay lovers. PRELUDE Bill hadn't been at the bath house for a couple of weeks. He arrived a little earlier than he normally did when he was in town...
God I hate weirdos. Long-haired weirdos, fast-talking weirdos, salesperson weirdos, gay weirdos. I hate weirdos. I know, I know, to each his own. But I like good old fashioned values. Mom, apple pie, Old Glory and, as we used to say in the Army, the girl you left behind. Well, I have to admit, in the spirit of full disclosure, that I have a few vices. T...
Monday morning commutes are often depressing. People's expressions are dour and tired – a sullen resignation that infects like a virus. Everyone's weekend was far too short. Nobody wants to go to work. Except for me. I love going to work. Because virtually every day at work I get to suck on James big fat cock. And some days I get to fuck it as well. Ever si...
My name is Ashley. I just turned 30. This is my story of my life from age 28. I first met Steven in a gay bathhouse. I was exploring my bisexual side and had recently lost my anal virginity (painfully!) and given my first few blowjobs. I had started with giving simple hand jobs to other guys and eventually progressed in man to man experience. I soon found o...
I was still feeling slightly depressed after the breakup with a long term girlfriend. At the time I was just 22. The girlfriend and her parents, and mine for that matter, we're applying pressure on me to, pop to question. I just wasn't ready to settle down. To be honest I think I'd only stayed in the relationship, was purely because I was too chicken to end...
My 1st story, so please keep that in perspective. Hopefully I am not too chatty or informative at 1st, but I would like to lay out the true context of the situation - before I get to the hot stuff. I trust others have been in a similar situation. I write about an encounter, and the incredible, subsequent event that took place. This was a complete chance enc...
Context - My first gay experience was with an older man. I was 21 and he was 38. He was very fit physically and had a beautiful house where he took me. We met at a supermarket because we kept passing each other in each aisle. He knew I was interested because I kept making gentle eye contact with him. I thought he was so beautiful. No one close to me knew tha...