I could tell by Kyle's smirk that he had caught me checking out our waiter. I had been staring at him all evening, from the moment his smooth, toned arm had reached across my shoulder to set a glass of water in front of me. "I think our waiter is kind of, you know, the same as you," Kyle said, his lips pulling back to form the dimples in his cheeks. "I thi...
It was Friday night at a local gay club and my friend had to leave to meet up with some other other people. We said our goodbyes and I stayed to finish my drink. I stood near the entrance looking at the go-go boys dancing on the bar, flipping their underwear down to expose their cock to the old perverts. I finished off my drink and was about to leave when my...
Mark frowned while looking in the full length mirror. After growing a lot this past winter, none of his old clothes fit. His father, taking pity, had given him a pair of old jeans which Mark promptly cut into shorts. But, as his reflection in the mirror made startling clear, he'd cut the shorts, well, too short. His dick and balls dangled free of the denim....
It's funny how an inflatable woman can be the only tool needed to help me seduce a straight roommate at college. While at university, I shared a flat with three other guys. The oldest of these was the son of a wealthy Middle Eastern businessman. His name was Safwan which he told me meant "rock, solid." It was a constant joke as he usually was both of those...
This is not a story in the traditional sense. There is no plot, there is only a small hint at the end about motivation and that there is a wider story. It is a description of a sexual event. It was inspired by seeing some photos on a blog about sex between men of disparate sizes. It is told from the perspective of the small guy. Naked. Face down. Flat on...
From the holes in the crate I saw a flag. I was in Texas. I had learned that the plane was a Company plane. It was full of slaves in crates all around me. The conversations we had were enlightening. Female slaves tended to hate service completely I heard from them it was because many were prostituted. There was only one female on that flight that truly lov...
Author's Note: STOP!!! If you've read my stories before, you should probably be warned that THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT. I've had a lot of requests to write a story with a homosexual storyline. This story represents my first attempt to do so. Even so, elements of heterosexuality still crept in (what can I say?), but I gave it an honest shot. If male/male activit...
I avoided Ayden the best I could when he came down to the lobby to eat. There was no way I could make small talk, not after I'd watched him masturbate. The more I think about it, the more certain I am that he didn't seen me. I'm not sure if that's good or not. At least if he did know, I would have a reason to switch rooms. As it is, it would just seem like I...
Part 12 - The French Maid Cleans Up I stayed in the kitchen a while studying at the table. My mind was not on my studies though. I still had the taste of cum and shit in my mouth. I could not believe how easily I had just slurped down a turd! About half an hour later, Glen called me back into the bedroom. He was now fucking the shorter guy, in the ass, d...
I am back with my public local train sex story. I just love getting touched and groped in the train. the best part being that nothing that happens on a local train is permanent. For example I have been groped, smooched, my nipples have been pressed to the limit and my ass has been fingered until I orgasmed, let alone groping of my boobs, ass and cock. And as...