THE SEDUCTION OF ROGER CH. 01 by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2020 by the author. Every gay man at some point in their lives runs into someone who provokes lust at first sight. Someone who is just their type, handsome, hunky, hung—and straight. Usually that's the end of the story for me. I'm good enough looking and comfortable in my skin. I have a busy enough socia...
Relax, then. But not too relaxed. This is a seduction. I am your dearest dream. I am whatever, whoever, you want me to be. Harvest home. We are together in a dorm room. The rest of university is home on Thanksgiving break. It is night. We are alone. Not moving, with quiet snow falling down round the whole of the world. You whisper into my shoulder all you...
In one smooth, steady motion I felt you lean over me. The hairs on my neck stood up as I felt the warm tickle of your breath. Goosebumps spread all over my body as I felt you pin your arms around my hips, and your stomach press against my ass and lower back. You had fully mounted me and I wasn't going anywhere... pure heaven! I could hear you grunt and groan...
The clock seemed to take forever to make a move and hit the bell. Finally, after long 45 minutes of torture of Mr. Thompson's lecture I was able to live again. He was my math teacher since I was in 7th grade (now I'm a senior). And his classes weren't funny like Mr. Robins, my biology teacher. To tell the truth, I never paid any attention to any of the biolo...
There were not many jobs around in Birmingham at that time and certainly nothing in my usual line: stationery sales. Yes, selling paper and files and marker pens. Don't laugh: somebody's got to do it. And I knew my stuff, I tell you. But no, nothing around, so I looked at the wider area of sales. If you're a salesman you can sell anything. You've just got t...
Eric couldn't wait until it was time to go home. He glanced at his watch, then the picture of his wife Marie and their two year old daughter Steffani that was perched up on his desk. It was only four o'clock. He wanted to get home because today was his wife's birthday and he wanted to do something special with her. He sat behind his desk wondering if he shou...
Fucking matron was the national sport at our public school (that’s “private school” for Yanks). It was a rite of passage without which no future Australian captain of industry could hope to attain a Dick Grasso-esque remuneration package. But final year frolics came first. We'd reached 18 and were ready to rock and roll. We were wizards of wanking . . . mas...
Recently, I've been in a dry spell as far as sex goes. I guess I haven't been putting forth 100% effort in seducing strange dick, so I've had nothing to write about. All of that changed last night, though, and I had an insanely hot and slutty experience- the kind of chance encounter that you think about when you're jerking off. This guy has been sending me...
Duncan was a freshman at Virginia U. He had come from his home town and knew no one in the university. But, Duncan wanted a true college experience, and decided to join a fraternity. Rush began early in the fall semester and Duncan went to as many frat houses as he could, applying to each that he liked. Hoping to get in, Duncan went to some of the events tha...
Bob and I had been friends in high school and roommates in college. We had shared a lot. He was a very hot guy, tall and blonde with striking blue eyes and muscular from working out. Once in college we were drinking heavily. I was wearing a loose pair of shorts that came down exposing my groin. Bob acted like he didn’t notice but I could tell we was l...