(Is this a gay story? Maybe, maybe not. More bisexual, unless, of course, the Friday Night Club becomes the focus. We'll see.) The night was supposed to have gone better. I brought her flowers and her favorite champagne. The stage was set with candles glowing and soft music. It was the beginning of the weekend. Yet it never materialized. What should have be...
Wow, having spent the early part of my life as a gay pig perfecting my skills as a cocksucker, and being introduced via the rape of my ass to the joy of all things anal, I became a complete cock addict. I found myself out almost every night searching for as much cock as I could get. After a while I was looking for new and less dignified places to suck and ge...
"Is there someplace nearby for breakfast?" "Yes even at one in the afternoon, sweetie," the clerk answered with a smile. "They'll fix you up in the bar downstairs. They'll fix you up for all sorts of things down there. I'd say you look like you didn't get a lick of sleep last night, but I'll bet you always look drop-dead gorgeous." Nathan reddened up some...
I was hitchhiking north towards Santa Cruz, to visit some friends. It was late at night, I was standing under a street lamp along the highway, and I realized I wouldn't get there anytime soon. I'd begun to think about where to spend the night...would it be another night sleeping under a bridge? After 20 minutes or so, a BMW pulled over, and I jumped in. He s...
For K. For your guidance, patience, and generosity – my humble gratitude, fedaain. Letters from The Hesperus Portsmouth The King's Head January 12, 1865 My dear Marie, The ship is laden at last, and we sail on the evening tide. Tom and I spent the night ashore; I know the voyage will be hard upon him in the close quarters below decks, and I have spa...
[Thanks to Ken N. for editing me. This is a story about eighteen-year old college freshmen discovering the pleasure they could give each other when girls weren't around.] *** I didn't lose my virginity until I was in college. In fact, I had very few dates at all in high school because I was so shy. I had no idea why some male and female classmates were so...
Dry. I can't believe my mouth is so dry! I try to lick my lips, but there is nothing there. My hands are shaking, my mouth is dry, I'm on my knees and your very, very hard cock is less than an inch from my lips. I think back to how I got here. Strange, really. A few years ago I never would have imagined myself in this position. I love women, had been reason...
Part 9. Nice Guys Finish Last...Or Do They?: Jason's Perspective As John Roberts and I rode up in the elevator, making out - he in a drunken stupor and me stone cold sober - I was faced with a decision...a decision that was more difficult than you'd think. My hard cock, straining in my pants, wanted me to extend this make out session to John's bed in his ho...
Rage. Heat. Raw emotion. High ecstasy. Building sensation. Things that can't be controlled, that can't be ignored, that can't be released. This was a night not like any other. Two orks making love, after momentous events of their relationship, has made this night the night of pure lovemaking. And this not just any ordinary night of lovemaking, this is diffe...
"See that man over there?" "The one in black leather? With those other guys who parked their cycles out front?" "Yes," Sam said. "He's looking over here, so, no matter what, keep a smile on." Danny had just come down from the pole. In the middle of the second week, Sam had insisted that he go up on the pole for at least two sets each night. Lance, the bar...