It started out as a great weekend. It was early November, deer season had just opened last week and Carl and Dave were really excited about the three days camping out in the woods, hunting whitetail. Lifelong friends, they'd taken these long weekends to go hunting since they were eighteen. Back then, "camping" really meant a tent and campfire, but now the...
First entry in an exploration of father-son sex. Contains: consenting gay sex between a teenage son and his father. +++ "Calvin!" his mother was accustomed to shouting up the staircase. "I'm about to put a load in the wash. Can you get your father's laundry." "Yeah, and I was about to take my pants off and shoot a load." This was something I wasn't goi...
I was standing at the window of my bedroom on the 2nd floor of the house watching Mr. Colton next door work in his yard. He's never been very friendly, and as a kid, I was pretty scared of him as he was always gruff and growled at me and everyone else who came near his home and yard. God forbid my bike tire accidentally slip off the sidewalk and damage a sin...
WARNING! ( Please Read Carefully ) The following short story is not for the feint hearted. It is intended for adults only with an interest in gay sex and rugby league and it contains plenty of visceral and extremely graphic male on male group sex. The rugby league match at the heart of the story gets pretty rough. The sex that follows it is even rougher. T...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * I hear a bang of the front door slamming shut and loud footsteps heading my direction. It must be Matt about my recent Facebook post of coming out. All the responses have been extremely positive and supportive and I find myself grinning from one to ear to another. I turn to loo...
My name is Tommy. I grew up in a loving, close-knit family. I always had the support of my family and friends. When I was 16 years old, I came out as gay. My parents and my siblings had no issues accepting me for who I was. I was very fortunate. We lived in a small suburb of a big city. It gave us the feel of a small town with the convenience of everything...
This story is a work of fiction. All character within this story are fictional and any resemblance to any actual parties in mere coincidence. Please do not re-distribute for any reason without seeking the authors permission, though the author does encourage you to share with friends. Please feel free to contact the author, Kenji De Sade, for any reason at th...
I've put this story in the gay male category, but none of the characters define themselves as gay. Its about a bunch of straight(ish) British lads on a typical boozy holiday, and the kind of antics they get up to. Like my other stories it focusses on intimate smells and bottoms, so if this isn't for you stop reading. I plan to continue this series so if you...
There is a first time for everything in life. The experience of having sex in one form or another is such enjoyment that one never forgets it. So it was with my sex life. I was born in 1954 to an unmarried mother. She tried to bring me up by herself and I remember her as loving mum but when I had to go to school she could not afford to clothe me so I was fos...
I was nervous as I walked the street to Paul's house. If I knew why there was tension, I probably wouldn't have been so high strung. I was a fixer and I couldn't fix this because I didn't know what was broke. It was never like this before. When I first joined Yevo, Paul and I were close. He was excited for our partnership, and together, we dreamed up a visio...