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...
Author's note: this story is fictional, and all characters are fictional. It is done for your sexual pleasure, and to inspire your own imagination, in a healthy way. Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! ***** It was a little boring, standing in the back of the club, overlooking the dance floor. It was late enough that the barmaids had already beg...
This, the third part of my story is actually based on experiences that I actually got to enjoy. The role of Gavin is actually a mould of a few different partners I had while experimenting with men, and for the most part everything I describe pretty much happened, though perhaps not all at once or with the same partner. Thanks for reading, and of course, enj...
8===> Growing closer and yet further apart It was quickly obvious to me as I draped the tassel from my graduation cap over the rear view mirror in my old pick up, that I just knew Derek had probably done the same thing already in his Camaro. It wasn't like we were so connected that we could finish each other's sentences or anything...just that that was wh...
I woke up with a start, raising my head and looking around my messy bedroom as I rubbed my eyes. I soon realized that I could have been awakened by the pounding in my head. Too many martinis last night? I tried to remember and came up blank. In desperate need of aspirin, I pulled the comforter off me and immediately felt the room's chilly air on my naked bo...
On a flight from Australia to Bali I managed to chat up a pretty flight attendant. Beyond my belief I also managed to get her back to my hotel for a few drinks which in turn turned into a night of drunken sex. The sex was a little bit of a let down but it was a fun experience and she was a very pretty girl, with a little exaggeration here & there it would ma...
After my wife died the house was so empty. Most of the time it was okay. I went to work and didn't think about it. I ate dinner out, came home and watched TV until late. But there was no one to share my bed at night, and the weekends were long and lonely. In a way it was good, because I started being more friendly to people, just to have someone to talk t...
"Hi, welcome to Skivvies!" I had vetted this Dallas retail mainstay online more than I cared to admit, carefully inspecting the inventory of hot, erotic, GAY underwear. I decided that I need to go there for some, "Show clothes," for my vacation. Never having worn anything daring or sexy, I was nervous to ask the sales guy for help. I went in there hoping to...
I loved weekends. Normally, my daily packed schedule wouldn't even spare me the time to go to the local gay nudist gym where I had enrolled, as I was a high school major, so I could only afford the time during weekends. I loved being nude in front of other nude guys, so the gym was the perfect place for me. It was just another Saturday morning and I went to...
It's Saturday night. I'm at a gay nudist party. Technically, the group isn't a sex club. If a guy just wants to hang out with other naked guys, he can do that. But, at most parties, there's a room with gay sex videos playing and live men playing with each other—hand jobs, blow jobs, butt fucking, whatever. I'm standing near the video room's back wall, idly...