Knock, knock. Carson tapped on the bathroom door. "You ready?" Mr. Armisen asked. Carson didn't say a word. A short while later Armisen emerged from the bathroom, a white robe around his shoulders, a glass of wine in hand. His long, flaccid cock dangling from his hips like a sword. He furrowed his brow as he hobbled into the dimly-lit bedroom, his ankle...
Just some time ago a Kathrine ran into me in the gym with Luke. She stood us side by side that day. She saw it, she saw that I was a physical copy of him. She compared, touched and laughed. Suggested what fun we could have with David (Lukes' partner) if we'd blindfold him, sad that there was no way she could have that fun with us now that she'd noticed. No...
"Tom I can't, my cock is tender, my balls ache, my hole needs a minute or two." Ryan said smiling. Ryan and I got under the covers, Ryan naturally half on me, his cock now soft on my hip, his head on my shoulder, I pulled him in close and we napped for an hour. I woke needing to pee, Ryan was sound asleep, I rolled him over trying not to wake him. "Tom wha...
And so to the afternoon session. My arse still tinglingly aware of Dili's attention, I make my way to bedroom 2 and the "ugly Latvian". Ivan at least knows the English for "Come in", or something like it. He is sitting in a chair, wearing a white bathrobe and when I enter he stands up and lets it fall from his body. He has a pug-like face, with a large, fla...
"I will make sure your mother and sister are well taken care of. Tell me, have you ever loved anyone else?" Arsenios flexed his battle weary and calloused fingers through the sitting young male's hair. "No." Arsenios gently unplaited the braid wrapped around the young man's head, allowing his shaggy oak brown locks to fall in his face. "Look at me, dear...
This is my first attempt at writing gay fiction. I have written several transsexual stories which have been published online, but this is my first male-on-male story. Because I like to learn and grow from experience, I appreciate any constructive criticism, positive or negative. Also, I have decided to try including a synopsis for the first time to give the...
So one day I'm just sitting in my apartment, bored and horny, reading some online personals. Most of them are totally pathetic and I'm having a hard time even maintaining an erection. I never really answer personals but sometimes they get me pretty excited and I end up with a damn good orgasm. On this particular day, however, they weren't even getting me har...
As I walked briskly down the side street, my heart was racing. "What have I let myself in for?" I thought. "Should I just turn around and go home?" My palms were sweating and I almost had butterflies in my stomach. There it was, the sauna. As a predominantly straight man, I always thought that saunas were for relaxing and detoxing!! But then I discovered th...
Marcus brought entirely too much food to be defined as a "snack". He had piled on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, strawberries, cookies, almonds, even slices of cake. When he attempted to precariously juggle it all on one flimsy paper plate, it didn't end well for him. As he lowered the plate to me his rather large boot tapped the edge of the bedframe an...
His name was Roland and he was from Jamaica. I'm guessing he was about 30. He had deep ochre skin, eyes that were almost black, closely-cropped hair, and was tall, lean and very graceful. At one point in his life he'd been a dancer, but was now a set designer for one of the larger theater companies in Amsterdam. He was just a little bit effeminate, and overt...