"Wouldn't you really rather have a Buick?" The quote was from a commercial jingle. I was watching a YouTube video of old car commercials from the 1950s and '60s, and that line was sung by a woman hawking Buicks. Those were the days when American cars ruled the roads and foreign cars, like Toyotas and Datsuns, were considered junk. The only foreign car worth...
Chapter Fourteen - When it cums to gay sex, boys will be boys I was about to yell out and call for reinforcements but, for some reason I just turned my head instead and looked in the living room. Ready to call in the reserves for them to get in there and give Kathleen a good fuck, while hoping that between the five of us we could make her climax, I was loo...
There used to be a fairly large beach near my house. It was quite popular and was known for the large gay population that frequented it. There were many things to do at the beach, but my favorite, naturally, was people watching in the big locker room that was perched right at the edge of the sand. I particularly favored the handicapped stall for the sole rea...
Charles woke the next morning hornier than ever. He couldn't get the image of his neighbor on his coffee table getting fucked by his robotic lover out of his mind. His hand would slip down to his cock and idly rub his bulge before he caught himself. By noon his balls were as blue as robin's eggs. He knew he had to take action. He was knocking on his neighbo...
The sound of the key in the lock brings me back to the cell. I've been in this small dank room for a long while now and I'm not sure just how long. Without any windows, deep in the ground, it's hard to gauge time with anything like accuracy. All I am certain of is that it was March when I was arrested and some time ago I over heard Mellows telling Cartwright...
It had been about three weeks since I had found myself in a hotel room, blindfolded and serving a dick for the first time. Whomever it was that face fucked me, took my anal virginity and left my ass filled with cum had not sent any messages or left any hint as to when and if I'd have another chance to be a cock slut. My work days were now filled with looking...
I first met Ollie at choir practice. He had just joined the tenors and I had moved down from tenor to baritone, as I was getting older. I noticed him straight away, not just because he was so good-looking, he was, but he had a kind of hesitancy, a shyness which I found very attractive. I didn't stare at him too much but I could feel his eyes on me as if he w...
The building that I work in has a gym that's available to use. So in an effort to get in better shape I had decided rather than sitting down at my desk for lunch I would hit the gym. It's not like I'm in terrible shape, I just needed to lose a few pounds off my 5'10, 175lb body. The great thing about this gym was that it was hardly ever used by anyone. I c...
I let him buy me a drink at the beach bar—and then another and another—because he had those big tuffs of hair in his pits. I found that intriguing—and arousing. He was a good-looking guy, probably a stevedore or something on vacation, because he was built solid like a tank. But he was also virtually hairless everywhere else I could see, including billiard cu...
Thanks for all of the positive feedback and comments to the first chapter. I wasn't sure if this would be a continuing story, but I've thought of at least 2 more chapters and I hope they are equally as enjoyable for readers. ===== So... it's official... I sucked a cock for the first time. I've said that to myself at least 500 times the past week. Still in...