This is a story told to me by a friend. He read my story about Florence and emailed me. We found we both lived in the same area of England and as he liked the way I told my story, he asked me if I would relate one of his experiences. He gave me a lot of the details but I have 'embellished' it because he was embarrassed about some of it and I like to write re...
When Marty did ask me over, I was prepared, although I wondered if the minimalist Speedo I had bought and not yet worn would give too obvious of a signal that I was ready. I had always been curious about that lifestyle, and I couldn't get the images of the other night out of my mind. I had visions of finding Neal there, waiting for me. I think that's what p...
We have all had encounters that we remember as well as those we want to forget, and this particular one has stuck in my mind, even though I have for so long tried to erase it. However, periodically I find myself remembering this eventful time in my life and as I slip back to when it all happened, it becomes as vivid as if it had just happened. Maybe I wish i...
Roger drove down the street, slowly, searching for a place to park. Even though there was a parking lot with quite a few empty spots, he wasn't quite ready to pull in there. Yet. He'd heard stories and rumors about "The Lot" for years – ever since he'd moved to the little beach city, but he'd never been there. It always seemed so ... unsafe ... to him. But s...
"Oh yes, oh god yes." Aaron was panting hard under the touch of Jack's hand on his cock. His frat roommate, the guy who had brought him into the fraternity and who had volunteered to room with him his initiative semester here, was driving him wild. It was late in the night; they both had been studying, or at least Aaron had been. He was cramming for a big c...
CHRIS' WEEKEND On Monday morning Chris was in bed somewhat awake and replaying the weekend in his mind. His gay friends Matthew and Nevin had left early Monday morning and Chris had gone back to bed. He didn't sleep but he rested his body after a marathon of sex. He recalled everything in detail. His classmates had arrived on Friday evening and at first sa...
We were enjoying our new arraignment. In my own apartment I was sleeping on the futon in my den. I stopped sleeping in the bedroom because I could not deal with sharing a bed with her and not be able to touch her. I would sneak upstairs at night sometimes and join them for part of the night. My wife would often tell me in the morning how she heard (as she p...
Chapter Five - Cookie and Wookiee Adam pulls up in front of our house right at 9:00am and I am out on the front porch waiting for him. He boots Mrs. Fullerton's car down the 401 until we get to Johnstown and then heads north up to Ottawa. An hour and a bit later, we are driving by the Experimental Farm on Prince of Wales Drive and about to head onto Carlin...
This story's a sequel to Copenhagen Couple and Meetings with Mark. It's not necessary to read those stories first, but some things will make better sense if you do. * At the age of 20 and after my first experiences with male sex I acknowledged to myself that I was bisexual. But I wasn't going to be open about the fact that I liked to be with men. Sadly, bi...
Jason was pushed into the jail cell by the two officers causing him to stumble and fall, landing on top of a large snoring drunk inmate as the cell door clanged shut. "OOOOFFFFF!" the large hairy sweaty inmate exclaimed as his eyes flew open and he glared at the naked blond stud that landed on his belly. "I'm so sorry, the cops threw me in here and I trippe...