The following story is about a man coming to terms with his sexual orientation as well as his feelings for his best friend, be warned though, there is no sex in this chapter, but may occur in the next one. Characters are 18+, and any similarity to other characters or people are coincidental and not intended. Please feel free to leave any questions, comments,...
I had been the worst asshole to George in senior high school. Knowing he was gay, I would taunt him in the locker room by sticking my ass toward him and saying, "I'll bet you'd love to be in here!" I would spread it for him, showing him my tight, hairy hole. I knew he liked me. I knew he wanted me. That's what made it so fun to tease him. When I was at the...
David sat at home in his kitchen on a plastic chair and felt the last few dribbles of piss run from his dick and into his underpants whilst what had not been soaked up by his wet grey corduroy shorts made a puddle underneath him. He pushed his lap-top away from himself and ran his hands over the front of his saturated corduroy. Now he had finished wetting hi...
I am Dan, an average guy. Mid forties, married for 10 years, good family life. I've kept myself in decent shape but could always use some work. I got a notice for upcoming reunion on my prep school. One of my office mates, who lived near the school when were growing up, he resorted, in jest, to the old townie response of "those faggots." The idea of the reun...
Ever since my last encounter with Patrick, I fantasized about a great butt fucking. I was always a top. With Patrick, being a bottom was a dream realized. Either way, things got hot. When I remembered that Graduation party, I cream my pants on the spot. It has been a year now. Since the party. I can't help but to remember what Patrick said: "That was bette...
Chuck Fisher. There he was, drinking a cheap beer under the dim lights of the Groom Ramada's Bay Field Hall. I let the door swish shut behind me and when I looked again his brown eyes were right on mine. I looked back. Let him see me, let me see him. He tilted his face to the floor, sucked in the mouth of his bottle. Then he peeked back up at me. I moved o...
"Richard. Richard!" said Coach Smith "What?!" "You're drooling." "Oh sorry... geez that's gross... I didn't... I wasn't... I'll pay more attention to you." "I'd appreciate that." But the truth was that I wasn't drooling because I wasn't paying attention to my teacher, it's because I was paying attention to him, Coach Smith, more specifically his butt. C...
I paced around my apartment nervously, awaiting a notification on my phone. Part of me wanted no reply to come, part of me wanted it more than anything. What was I doing?! I'd already sucked Casey's cock - my first ever - just a few hours ago! How could I invite him over again?! Why?! Why were the naughty thoughts invading my mind again?! I knew why. Because...
OK, so I'm a little tipsy. Dinner had turned into drinks with Sarah, Tim, and their spouses, and soon enough it was past midnight. We hadn't seen each other in a while, and what else is there to do around here? It was the Friday after Thanksgiving, well now Saturday I guess, and after two long, loooooooong, days with my parents, my sister Julie, and Aunt Ren...
So many times I'd wished to wake up without a hangover, more times than I could count. Never, in all my years, had I woke up wishing I'd had one, yet, there I was, upset because I wasn't somehow incapacitated. I felt great, physically anyway, but mentally I was undercooked scrambled eggs—worthless. I got out of bed and tried not to think about anything. It...