Rick's mother schlepped into the kitchen in just a mint-green hospital smock and fluffy bedroom slippers. She took a searching, not altogether approving, look at her son, hunched over a cereal bowl, textbooks fanned out around him. Then she moved to the counter beside the refrigerator, took up a half-empty package of cigarettes she found there, and lit a cig...
We had met a few times at the local coffee shop, friendly hellos while standing in line waiting to place our individual orders. Those hellos had led to discussions of politics, art, standing outside smoking a cigarette, drinking coffee before heading our separate ways for the day. On one such day, rain pouring down from the skies outside, standing in line ag...
As you can guess from my screen name, I usually post in the Fetish section. This is a somewhat auto-biographical fantasy and my first submission to the Gay Male category, so please be gentle! -- Peebudy *********************************** I'm not gay. But my brother is. Danny is 7 years older than me and we've always been polar opposites. He's the olde...
AN: This story was written as a short for the Goodreads MM Romance Group's LHNB event this summer based on a prompt and some drool-worthy images of the naked male form, including one with a lovely tan line. I hope you enjoy the story too. * Who wouldn't enjoy taking pictures of handsome men with their clothes on... and off? Well, maybe a straight man. Of...
Hello everyone and welcome back! As this story is reaching about 1/3 of the way through, there's going to be more storyline (and just as much fucking, if not more), meaning chapters are getting a tiny bit longer. Reminder that it IS recommended to read the previous chapters to understand this one. Happy reading! --------- Monday is a nightmare. I sit...
"Do you want the job or not—stop wasting my time—I have ten other boys I can interview—do you want the job?" I stood there speechless; stunned. I couldn't believe my ears. His words reverberated through my mind. It was the most bizarre description of job duties I'd ever heard. The older man had just said: "The job is dishwasher. You'll wash all dishes and...
Troy was staring into the Cross Keys Winery shelf of the dimly lit wine cellar in the basement of Professor Hammond's house, his arms extended and his hands grasping the edge of the shelf, as Brad Baylor, Hammond's "significant other" rose up from behind him where he'd been knelt, working Troy's hole with his tongue. The strong hands of the James Madison Uni...
"We have nude beaches here on Cyprus for gay men," the art gallery owner said as he moved around the studio couch in the photo studio behind his Nicosia gallery and fired off camera shots of me posed in the near nude on a blue silk drape. "All of them are on private property, though. I happen to have such a beach—very private—at my beach house near the airpo...
This is the story of my first time visiting a bathhouse. I was 19 and very aware that I was Bi. I had sex with a few guys before and loved every second of it. At the time, I was single and still living with my parent's since I went to college near home. It was a way for me to save money for new equipment for my photography business I wanted to start. It was...
Looking back on it now, it's hard to believe that age 27 I had never been fucked by another man. As a kid I'd had the usual sexual experiences with neighborhood boys but it never progressed any further than jacking each other off, or maybe licking another boy's maturing prick. In high school sex with girls was the goal of all the guys. Even so, the sex play...