The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
With a tip of the hat to JAMES12755, who loves tattoos When I got out of the Army, I went out on a high, so to speak. As a member of a Special Forces team, I enjoyed not only the duty itself--always in the thick of it, behind enemy lines, flying to this hot spot or that revolution--but I was proud of myself. I did my duty, served my country, maybe saved...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. Darrin entered the bar and sat down at an empty barstool. He ordered a whisky and water and sipped at his drink. He was extremely pee...
Nathan woke up and as usual, removed his t-shirt and briefs then made his way to the bathroom. On his knees, he waited for Kevin to arrive to prepare him for the day. Kevin was frequently late, and today was no exception. Nathan waited patiently for twenty minutes until Kevin finally opened the door and with his phone angled to take a picture. "Smile for y...
I've got the perfect job. I'm an interior designer at C###### the nationwide premier designer builder of exclusive homes. I mean, if your dream home will cost less than two million, don't even bother calling. Right? I mean, where else could a five foot tall, third generation Vietnamese Canadian, be allowed, even encourage to wear eye liner and nail polish t...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. It was Terry who introduced me to Richard and Wes. He'd called on Saturday afternoon to make sure I was going to be at Splash, the new downtown bar, that evening. "My friends from Houston are in town and I'd really like you to meet them," he said. "Any friends of yours are friends of mine, Terry, but you know,...
It was long week for me. I wasn’t able to stop by at Mike’s on my breaks. He was busy, but we were still on for Friday. I needed something to get me through the week, so I went to a local adult bookstore and checked out the toys. I found a nice dildo, one that was nicely sized with realistic styling including rubber balls. I also picked up a bottle of lube...
Inspired by Sue Grafton's alphabetical series. Wilson Mathews was a bastard. And he knew it. He ran the Mathews Corporation with none of the compassion that his father had run it with, his only concern being profit. He stalked the hallways, his beady eyes casting about, looking for a worker who was shirking his duty or a technician who was using too much...
Woody Allen was wrong. Way back in his stand up days, he said that people who are bisexual double their chances for a date on Saturday night. I only started having sex with men about ten years ago, but I'd say it at least quadruples your chances. In all my years of reading Penthouse letters, I never had the kind of encounters I've had since I gave in wholehe...
I had been at work a couple of hours, when I got a text. Checking the phone, I saw that it was from Allen, "About to get blown!" In a few seconds, I received a picture of him in his speedo, his cock fully erect and stretching the thin material of the suit. I texted back, "I want pictures of him sucking you." "K" was the response. About ten minutes later,...