I pounded into Kate from behind. I couldn't fully enter her, every time I got inside to around my seven inch point, I'd hit her cervix and she'd twitch and pull away from me. She'd call me a name of some sort and start banging back onto me again. My hands gripped her wide hips hard, watching myself go in and out of her. I was doing my best to keep my shit t...
I planned on going straight to the office after leaving the job site, but after thinking about my first meeting with Reed (and, if I was willing to admit it, a bit horned up by the luscious Rico), I decided to go home first. I knew Reed planned to work from home this morning before heading out of town on a business trip, so I hoped I could catch before he...
It was just by coincidence really that I bumped into Phil in the street one day. I say coincidence because after he'd almost knocked me over and strived to help me keep my balance, there we were laughing our heads off and he saying "I think I owe you a drink, sorry about that" He was some big fella to be sure but had a fine stance about him, about the same...
Occasionally, I like to write fictional gay stories. An element of non consent in this one. *** My first mistake was the visit to the sauna, my second was to accept David's invitation home, but I was naive, and I'd enjoyed the sex. I was eighteen, and had struggled with my sexuality, that was until I met an old school friend who had, I suppose, seduced m...
I was eighteen, let's say, the first time I tasted cock. I dropped to my knees, fumbled nervously with the zip, glanced up for a second at his face, and then pulled his soft cock out into the air. I stared at it and I thought: I must be gay. It looked amazing. Maybe four inches long, not so soft anymore, with a tuft of light brown hair above it, a few wisps...
I was twenty-eight when I first met James. Not Jim but James. He was 33 years and a beautiful man; dark wavy hair, deep blue eyes and strong chiselled features. Sort of a GQ model type. I on the other hand was thin, silver-haired (as I had been since I was seventeen) and very unsure of my self in the ways of the world. I had only had a few dates with girls...
As I drove us back to my room I scanned my memory for any time I could recall being someone's first experience. I was drawing a blank. As many encounters as I'd had in nearly thirty years I was sure I must have been. I guess they handled themselves well enough to hide that knowledge from me. I started putting myself in Mike's shoes to formulate an approach...
Sandro's Third Year [This is the final instalment of this story and takes Sandro up to the time of his graduation. Hopefully there will be a sequel sometime in which we take the lives of Sandro and Dom further. Thank you for reading this very long story. I hope to publish it eventually as a novel on Amazon.] Literary Note: Pietro Aretino (1492-1556) Ital...
-- This is the first time the story is told from both Sebastian and Rory's point of view. The first half is told from Sebastian's. Both characters are over the age of eighteen. Thank you very much for all the really positive feedback this series is getting. It means a lot. -- The two weeks that followed mine and Rory's first weekend away together were not e...
I couldn't believe I put myself in this situation. Of course it was my own arrogance and stupidity, but in my 19 years I never had a problem that didn't work itself out on its own. Now here I was on the verge of losing my scholarship grant and telling my parents that I would need $25,000/year to stay in school and finish my degree. Not only would they be ang...