Peter: It started the first day I saw you, Peter. The way you dress, look, act. I was hooked. Your face is cute but so hot at the same time. The way your trimmed brown facial hair extends down and across your face. Your amazing head sits on top a muscular neck and a near perfect body. Your muscles ache and throb with every move. I sit, tantalized by the siz...
I met Michael in grad school. He was a lawyer taking evening classes with my favorite professor and I was immediately attracted to him. He was an intelligent man with a strong athletic build and blonde hair that fell just to his shoulders. At first I wasn't sure if he was gay but he smiled when I looked at him and several times he held my gaze for several se...
I had a dream. An erotic dream. I've had few of those in my life, but this one was VERY different. It was a homoerotic dream! I've always been a confident heterosexual male, and have always adored girls and women; their curves, their faces, smell, feel, taste, and the sound of their voices. Digression: This dream's other character, though familiar to me in...
Jarred was heading home after having spoken with his girlfriend about her helping him to prepare for Darnell. They were to meet tomorrow morning and spend all day turning him out. She would start using toys and strap ons to loosen him up, show him how to deep throat, and tutor him in the art of pleasing superior black men and working on BBC like a proper who...
~Yes, I'm sure you've all heard this countless times before from many other readers, but this is my first attempt at a . . . er . . . sextual story, much less a gay one. But I had fun writing it, and I hope you will enjoy reading it. I think deep down, we all want to be seduced, right? ~~~~~~~~~~~ @>---,---------- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Keith sat at the scarred...
This one's for my twin sister, Chelle. My muse. * From the first second I saw him I knew I wanted him. He had a phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear, eating from a bowl of cereal as he walked around the pool in his backyard. The baggie board-shorts he wore would dip a little with each step revealing the paler skin of his ass and top of his crack....
A word to the wise: This is a work of complete fiction. Never happened in real life. Also, I debated long and hard before posting this one as to where to post it. Finally, I settled on "Gay Male" because it is about gay men. HOWEVER, you should know that this almost landed in "NonConsent/Reluctance". I don't condone rape. This is a fantasy about a young (str...
Next morning, I woke up hard, dreaming that Dean was about to fuck me... After grabbing some coffee down in the breakfast area, I went back to the room, avoiding the buffet; no one noticed. We spent the day on and off the bus; I skipped lunch, too, but drank a lot of water and pop. We finally got back to the hotel at about five, and I did the enema cleansing...
Just before the U.K. trip the summer after high school, I learned that Dean was going to be my roommate. I was a little nervous-- I didn't know him very well, and no one else at school did either, from what I gathered. Since he was the drum major for the marching band, though, everyone knew who he was and what he looked like-- he was slim and athletic-lookin...
Chapter Twenty-Five -- Blue Pill, Red Pill "Are we playing mime?" Carter was the first to speak again, seeing that the other was busy expressing his outrage just by standing there, petrified, with an expression of absolute horrified surprise on his perfect face. Alex scrunched his nose and pulled the chair brusquely, taking a seat without being invited to...