Clinton Malone and I had been best friends since middle school. We grew up next door to each other, so if we weren't with each other at my house we were over at his. Naturally, he got to know my family and I got to know his. That's how i knew Allan, he was Clinton's dad. I don't know if anyone could have been a better friend to me than Clinton, but Allan Mal...
What a night this had been. I had been fucked hard, I had sucked cocks, I was pissed on. Basically, I was treated like a whore. Something I had always dreamed of! When men were done using me, I was taken to another room by Master Rick. He kissed me on the forehead. He handed me an envelope. "You did very good tonight, sweetie. Open it." Inside, I found hu...
Summer is here, and for most young American men, that's a good thing. No school, warm weather, loads of free time, parties, and everything else that comes with total freedom from school and other obligations. The days are getting longer, the wildlife has moved back in to the suburbs, kids are playing outside, and barbeque grills are smoking. It truly is the...
A week had gone by since Max first discovered that wonderful package. Since then he had been a lot more curious about himself. First of all he learned of his new obsession with texture. The cool silk of his nightgown sent shivers down his spine. The feeling of smooth, freshly shaven skin was freeing. And best of all was the excitement of dressing feminine....
This story is loosely based on real events in 1977. Loosely, because it was a long time ago and I can't remember it as well as I'd like to. Of course it was long before HIV, and we didn't use condoms. I came out as gay in my late twenties while at university in Townsville, North Queensland in 1974. It was still a scary time to be gay because male-male sex w...
I am a happily married man who would like to expand my sexual experiences. Looking at all the fine cocks here on the internet has made me want to try a bisexual experience. What follows is one of my fantasies. I work out regularly at a nearby gym. While working out I have met a guy, Rick, who has become my regular workout partner. He is in his early thirtie...
He was medium height, hairy and looked like actor Tom Hardy with a beard. He walked in and we locked eyes. He was not that great looking, but something told me he would be an aggressive throat fucker. He entered the first booth on the left and with the door open. I was sitting on the couch and got up to look around. I saw him in the booth with his cock in...
Author's Note: This is the final installment of Spill the Milk. There is a tiny bit of formatting that worked well when I wrote it but may not come across perfectly on your screen. I won't know until it posts. If it works, fantastic. If not, please forgive me. It should make sense even if it doesn't display correctly. As always, many thanks to my beta/edito...
Note to readers: We're just going to take a second here and thank Stella_Omega for her invaluable assistance in clearing the trees of undergrowth so that we could see the right path through the forest of possibilities. She truly is a valuable friend to have on your side. We'd also like to thank adetaildiva for her assistance in getting these last four chapte...
I walked into the restaurant and looked around for my friends. I saw Walt waving at me and I headed over to their table and took a seat. My friends Walt, Chip and Byrne were already seated at the table waiting on me to arrive. Walt is my best friend. We met the first day of high school. At that time, we were both closeted gay boys and we somehow gravitated...