Ever since I saw my first Monday Night Football game when I was ten years old, I have been an obsessed football fan. And during football season, my Sunday afternoons are spent at the local sports bar – cheering and screaming with everyone else. This is certainly a typical Sunday afternoon for most heterosexual American men, and in many ways I am a typical g...
It was the middle of a cold December day. I sat there in my small, unclean apartment just passing the time while watching TV. I had the day off. That's usually a good thing but today it wasn't a big deal. Most people were too busy to even do anything. Christmas was only a few days away. I was alone. Still, my dick was rock hard and it needed a good blow jo...
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...
This is a space for fellow studs, feeders, fuckers, actifs, sperm donors, and good old-fashioned tops. So fuck off, all you cumslut, pansy-assed bottom pussies. Find your own place. My name is Carl. Yeah, it's a stupid name, but I've managed to overcome the stigma, and now I embrace it. Johnny Cash's "Sue" has nothing on me. Let me catch you making fun of...
We had decided to meet in my room that evening, the last of the conference. I had changed into a robe and my lounging pants. Paul knocked at the door and I opened it. With him stood a short, slender young guy who looked to be nineteen or twenty at most. He was really hot, and Paul whispered," I thought you might enjoy joining us." Of course; certainly after...
This is first story to be submitted, I welcome any suggestions, comments, feedback, etc on either story, format, or anything else. If anyone would like me to go on please say so. ***** I'm a normal married guy, in my 50's, married 25 years where the sex becomes mundane and predictable, eventually less and less and finally to none at all. That's the way our...
I'm have been torn for years about whether or not I am gay. Years ago I had an experience with a hitchhiker that lead me to write and post on Lit a story titled Am I Gay? What I am about to tell will answer that question once and for all. I began an online correspondence with a guy after meeting him on a gay chat site. Like me he is married, but is much yo...
After having my first cock, I knew I wanted more and this time I went all out. I created a new account online. Uploaded one of my pics in lingerie and wrote a new bio about how I was a cross dresser and wanted a man to make me his bitch. I instantly got a lot of messages. I chatted with a lot of guys and within two days, I found my man. He was 27 year old h...
The First Time We get to know each other online, at least to the extent to which online friends can. You and I are self-described straight men looking for an adventure and we've shared a few pictures, so all indications are that both of us are who we say we are. We're both about the same age, mid 40's, single. After our online discussions we decide to meet...
Look, I don't think I'm all that unusual. I think that there are at least a few men out there like me. What's that mean? Well, here's what I am talking about -- you tell me if you identify with me, okay? I hit my twenties in the beginning of the 70's. I smoked pot. I experimented with other drugs. And I actively explored my sexuality. Somewhere I read a cha...