Harold was at first not sure about his new job at the mostly Black college, having grown up in lily-white suburbia. But after a month refilling the supplies of the big Black football players, particularly in the locker room, Harold was beginning to enjoy the perks. The huge Black jocks were demanding, but increasingly Harold enjoyed their company. He provide...
I couldn't believe my eyes. The man from my dreams was sitting in front of me. Right there. Flesh and blood. I hadn't thought he was real. How could he be? But here he was, and if the name on the office door was any indication, his name was Jayson. God, he was beautiful. I tried to focus, to remember why I was even here. But I couldn't. He seemed as stunne...
"Is this seat taken?" He is shy as he asks me. "No," go ahead I say adjusting the collar of my white work shirt. He smells good beside me. "Are you a Steelers fan?" "Nope, I'm not a football fan at all," I say answering his small talk. "I didn't think so," he says ogling me with his eyes, "perhaps you a fan of something else?" I watch his eyes wander to...
The usual disclaimers apply. The story contains descriptions of sex between males who are of legal age (some of them are more than 800 years old) and so that should not pose any problem. The story is a figment of my imagination and it took some effort to write. Comments, criticism and Applause are welcome. Contact me at the address in my profile. * Prolog...
Ryan was off to university, not a dry eye in the house, I held him to me before he left, Ryan would always have a special place in my heart. "Ryan you go and make us proud of you." I said before the waterworks kicked in. Terry and Megan surrounded Ryan, we all stood there crying. "Love you all, Dad love you so much, Megan love you too. Tom Love you so mu...
WARNING! Contains: incest, and slight abuse. (All characters are over the age of 18 and are completely fictional) Enjoy! ***** Brady slumped down in his chair arms folded across his chest as he watched his enemy from across the table. I fucking hate you. The boy thought as he continued to watch his father cheerfully cut coupons. Brady moved his long bla...
Disclaimer: This is a new story I'm working on. I plan to write in smaller chapters so I can push out new material more frequently. I do my own editing, so disregard any mistakes. All characters are 18 years or older. I'm appreciative of any and all feedback. Thanks! Chapter 2: Breaking bread and breaking rules. I threw the door back and forth in my hand,...
On the plane ride to my "unique vacation"—at least that's what the brochure had promised--I thought of what had brought me here. Job stress is something we all face, but I was feeling it ran deeper. Life stress, pushing 35, seeing dreams passing me by, it all seemed to conspire to compel me to this impulsive, two week vacation that I wasn't even sure I would...
I have been a bi-curious male for some time. I tried going to gay bathhouses, nude beaches and even steam rooms at a local gym to explore my gay feelings. Up to this point, the only gay sex that I had experienced was sucking on a few cocks here and there. The most erotic experience was being naked in a porn movie room at The Club with a naked man sucking my...
It was when I entered the next room of the art gallery that I saw him. His hair was only slightly sandy, retaining much of the blonde that he had when he was younger. It was still tied up at the back of his head, a sign of most older men that they were trying, but failing, to retain their youth. On him, it didn't matter. He may have been a pound or two heavi...