This is more of an essay, or perhaps an autobiography, rather than a story. Although much of what I have to say is based on my life experiences, the first lesson I have to share is to "Be yourself" and don't try to live your life to anyone else's expectations. I was born in 1941 and raised in a small, rural community in upstate New York. Now, in those days i...
A Chubby Chaser's Autobiographical Tale Episode 1: First Contact Hi, my name's David. I've known that I was a Chubby Chaser my whole life. I'm apparently "hard wired" for it. But, knowing what you want doesn't necessarily help you get it. This is the tale of how I finally "got it". Right after graduating High School, where I had been completely closeted,...
The Shave You may remember the last meeting between my best friend Rich and I when we got together in my back yard and gave each other the best oral sex we'd ever had. This story, though I feel it stands on its own, follows on the heels of that story. ***** It had been a week since I'd been together with my best friend, Rich, in a sexual way. In that time...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. * Day 2 - Morning Location: Hospital Drake wakes, at first not sure where he is. Then flashes of last night. The car. Fire. The chest. The strange man. He looked at both of his hands. "That chest better have something wonderful inside of it." His hands were wrapped up in medicine tape...
I received a text message from Derek one afternoon. It read: Hey, you busy today? I had just gotten home from work, and showered—starting my weekend fresh. I had no plans that night except for reading, and maybe catch up on my sleeping. It had been a long week, and I had averaged about four hours of sleep per night. I was tired, but had the whole weekend ah...
This story is all about gay love. If that offends your delicate sensibilities, or if it is illegal for you to view, take a hike. Characters and places are pure imagination (with a hefty dose of psychosis). Any resemblance to anyone or anything is just a coincidence. A hot coincidence. So very hot... * His life was chaos and madness. How did things get so o...
I wanted to be naked...I wanted to show off...I wanted to have my hard cock slippery in my hand...I wanted to get fucked....I felt that last desire roll between my cock in hand to my balls to my ass to my cock and back again. I headed for the gym; I could burn off some energy and build some other in a work out. There is a kinda corridor on one side of the gy...
This is part 3 of a 3 part true story. It will be followed by a brief epilogue. For this to make sense you may want to read parts 1 and 2 first. * My head was swimming during the drive home from Jim's, now for the second time I remember very little of it. Jim's big cock, Laura's relentless and very effective humiliating control, Dee's trashy but very hot l...
My name is Rainer Hausmann, and I am a Berliner. I live in Western Berlin, slowly reconstructing itself after the recent devastation inflicted on the world by that lunatic Hitler. Our city is divided into four sectors now – American, British, French and Russian – and, like so many other Berliners, I am taking advantage of the financial opportunities that of...
by K. Nitsua. Newly revised version copyright 2010 by the author. * For a while after Nathan Lewis retracted his sexual harassment charge life seemed as if it might be getting back to normal. Drew and I could concentrate on teaching our classes and dealing with the end-of-semester rush. Marcia Hannon stopped by my office soon after the meeting with Nathan...