Gay conversion story readers. An older man learns from the next generation how to truly live his life to the fullest. He was younger than I by more than 18 years. He was thin, lithely built, and was only 5'5" tall. More feminine than manly. Yet, when he told me to do something, something about him compelled me to obey. He changed my life and I'd like to thi...
Fierre is an 18 year old French Duellist in the city of Demacia. Standing at 5'10 he is smaller than many other fighters his age. Clothed from neck to toe in a skin tight black bodysuit which hugs the plump cheeks of his bum enticingly. Two long silvery white boots, the edges lined with a gold tint. Some leg guards coloured the same with a matching pair on h...
Alright, kiddo. Calm down. I see that look in your eyes. You’re thinking, What the fuck? Is that a fucking fairy? But before you go running downstairs to your mommy, let me explain. First off: Happy birthday, kiddo. Eighteen years old? God damn. I heard high school is a bitch. Especially if you’re a fairy. A human fairy, I mean. But now I’m getting ahead of...
I wanted to take a moment to share my recent experience where I was able to experience a very erotic and arousing situation earlier this week. While I often do not write of my experiences, this experience was so thrilling I really feel the need to share. Now, two sentences into recounting the experience, I am already erect and my penis is building pressure i...
As we wrapped up our introduction to being a French assistant the head mistress of St. Wulfgrags college in Wustishire gave us one last warning. "Some of the boys, even some of the girls at this school, can behave very inappropriately towards members of staff in order to gain attention. Under no circumstances give them what they want. As long as they do no...
It was 5:30pm on a Friday night and Jack was exhausted after a long week of classes. A junior in college, he was studying hard to get into graduate school while working part-time to help pay his tuition. He definitely wasn't energetic enough to go out later that night with some friends, but still needed an endorphin boost. Might as well go to the gym, he tho...
Author's note: The following is a continuation of my experiences working at an adult store with a back room in the small college city. In the first chapter, I described how I got the job and my first experiences with anonymous gay sex. One older man even offered to pay me for light cleaning, if he could provide the outfit. For more details, please read part...
WARNING: This story includes extreme images intended not to shock, but as satire on the Brit-Art scene. ***** Art for Art's Sake? Sex for Sex's Sake! How did it ever get to this? It wasn't meant to be this way. There was so much more I was going to do, so much more I was going to achieve. Shooting stars they never stop. Even when they reach the top. But f...
Ron roamed the big lake house while Sally and Susan bustled around in the kitchen. Wherever Phil was, Ron didn't want to be alone with him. Ron was embarrassed, wondering what Phil had seen and heard while Ron was having his sexy dream out on the deck. Whatever it might have been, Phil gave no indication he had seen anything incriminating. He appeared at di...
As I continued to suck his cock and look up at him, his expression was stoical on the surface, which was such a manly turn on, but there was appreciation and gratitude in his eyes. Those eyes were appreciating me as a friend, as a buddy, for trusting him and jumping off the cliff. They conveyed respect for sucking him and subordinating myself to his supreme...