About the time the top-down convertible stopped just down the road, waiting for him to catch up, Brady realized who it was. He should have been faster on the uptake, he thought. Who, other than the guy living five houses down from his parent's house in Titusville, Florida, owned a restored, cherry-red 1967 Impala SS convertible? Of course, what could he do o...
Although several bisexual experiences in my late teens and early twenties opened me up to a new side of my own sexuality, it wasn't until my late twenties that I embraced my own personal sexual revolution. I absolutely love women, but my experiences with men made me rethink who I was sexually. That's not to mean I thought I was gay, but rather that a deeper,...
This is fiction based on intense fantasy! *** My wife and I like to step out of our comfort zones when we go out of town. This time we were staying at a nudist resort in Tucson. We both love nudism. And tonight we are going to a gay dance club. I have been very open with my wife about my bisexuality and my desire to be with another man. I have never h...
I was there for the day. R&R, so to speak, from a work project some hundred miles away. It was a beach on the Southern tip of New Jersey, a wildlife sanctuary, as I recall. I should also note that this beach was an accepted clothing optional area. That is, at least away from the parking lot and observation areas. I had been there for an hour or so, lying in...
"I'd like to make an Australian Crawl." Stan gave a hearty laugh and acknowledged an empty glass up the bar. While he was gone, Keith, in turn, acknowledged that his own beer glass had miraculously filled on its own. He didn't have much doubt that Stan was trying to get him drunk so that Keith would go in the back room with him. The burly barkeep had been pu...
I'm old enough now that I can tell this story. I planned never to confess it, but now I'm 98, so what the hell. In early 1944 I was 35, a US Army medic with our forces in Italy. I have Type AB-negative blood, the rarest type, and a flash message came in to our unit asking me to give blood for some government official injured in London in one of the V-2 rock...
"Do you believe in ghosts?" It was not the sort of question my wife normally asked. I'm the romantic type. She's a numbers person, a bean counter. "I don't know. Why do you ask?" "Well, we're hiking up to a ghost town, aren't we?" "It's not that sort of ghost town" "It was a thriving village once." A voice broke in behind us. One of the guys walking alon...
After being out of town on the dairy project, it's a little weird to be back in town. Also, the work is so much different. Aaron and his brother don't have any big projects going at the moment, but there are dozens of other jobs on their list. Aaron kept Kieth on after the dairy project wrapped up, but the other apprentice decided to move on. The few other e...
In the quest for my son, I discover connections everywhere I suppose I couldn't have been surprised by what happened at home, not really, not the way my luck had been running. After six months of cum-slut training, kidnapped by oversexed guerrillas in Colombia, I came home a dedicated cockhound--to a sexual desert. Nobody to plug my man-craving ass. Back...
AUTHOR'S NOTE; Is this story for you? This is a bisexual MMF tale about a mid-thirties man, a younger man and his twin sister in their mid twenties. It is primarily a Gay Male Romance with some spicy side dishes of mmf-bisexual parts that just screamed to be written. Here's a fun fact; According to Merriam-Webster, the first known use of the term "cocksucker...