I wish I knew I had these sissy urges when I was younger. Who knows, instead of getting married, having kids, and living the "American Dream," I might have discovered hormones, worked my body into shape, and become a tranny porn star. After all, how often does the American Dream really work out anyway? I'm unhappily divorced, my oldest is on his 6th year of...
***Content note: some bi content in this one. The focus remains Chad's descent into gay submission.*** They ended the night passed out on the same bed, but in the morning Chad was gone. Brad sighed, exasperated. It was obvious Chad was having another freak-out about his desires, and was now trying to avoid him. He was sure, though, that Chad would be back f...
This is a description of one extraordinary visit, in two parts. Riding home against the coming rain, enjoying pushing the bike near its limit, feeling the rain start just a mile or so from home. And the entire time, smelling the scent of several partners, particularly the sexy reminder of how good it smelled while rimming a man, one who had already sucked m...
You know the phrase: 'Karma's a bitch'? Well, I didn't believe it until only recently, although I didn't think it would take me 10 years for me to learn that lesson, the hard way. The name is Josh, let's start from the beginning. 2008 15 years old and still living in the innocent world of secondary school, I was the top of the food chain. Having gone throu...
It was usually the same way. The room would still be dark. It was always early and quiet. Saturday mornings usually were. Jim would lay on his back and his flaccid cock would lie draped to one side. I would slip out of bed and go to the bathroom to freshen up. Then I would slip back between the cotton sheets and inch my way down to my sleeping lover's cock....
Nelson loved his job. He loved just about everyone he worked with. The only person who he couldn't stand was CJ, the owner's son. He was an arrogant cocky son of a bitch who charmed the women and smoozed the men they worked with. Nelson, on the other hand, was nothing but a tiny target for CJ's toxic masculinity. The worst part for Nelson was the fact he fo...
It all began when I was hitching through rural North Carolina back in the early 1970s. I was a young, tight feminine looking man. Light brown hair and long legs. My eyelashes are naturally long and people have said I have eyes like a girl. I was in the navy and that particular day I was wearing my uniform as we did in those days while on liberty. I watched...
This story is a continuation from my previous two stories. *slap* *slap* *slap* "Ooh yeah!" *slap* *slap* *slap* "Yeah beat me with it!" *slap* *slap* *slap* "Treat me like a whore daddy!" The sound of Daniel's big cock slapping all over my face reverberated throughout his house, I was encapsulated by every slap, pleading for more. "More daddy,...
Riding to the original glory hole on a free but threateningly clouded Thursday mid-afternoon, my desires and hopes created a wave of anticipation. Desires starting while massaging the feet of my bi friend, who had come by to enjoy fresh strawberry jam on fresh bread, Thai soup, finishing with strawberry shortcake. She did turn down the offered gin and tonics...
Matthew was nervously observing men working out at the Manchester’s Gym. Places like this always made him feel anxious, as he felt weak with his twinky body, in presence of all these hunks. He was waiting in the main hall, on a bench, waiting for his blackmailer to approach him. Suddenly, someone did. “I recognize you from the university,” said stranger, wh...