One night at the gay theater on 8th Avenue between 42nd and 43rd Street, there was a hot, very muscular 6' Cuban dancer, "El Cubano Caliente," with a downturned 10" x 5" uncut cock performing on the stage in the main theater who looked like Cuban singer Yotuel Romero. I watched him dance. He pulled his cock out of his jockstrap, and shaking his narrow hips...
DISCLAIMER: This story is a pure work of fiction. All characters involved are over the age of 18. This is my first time writing anything of this nature, so I appreciate any and all feedback (positive or negative). If the story is well-received, I will post more chapters later. Ashton woke up the next morning to see Calvin sitting on his desk chair, turn...
The first thing I did was try to shave. Everywhere. I hated how ridiculous I had looked the night Sean had made me dress up in my mothers underwear before he fucked me. I was so hairy it took hours. I used an electric razor and it would often get caught on my hair. It was an irritating process but when I was done the only hair I had was on my head and in m...
Author's note: this is basically identical to the other story I wrote, Truth or Dare, except this is told from Andy's perspective. ---- Andy had the biggest boner of his life. He was sitting in the living room with his friends Matt, Kate, and Stacey, and he was watching Kate give Stacey oral sex. They'd all come round to Andy's place for a drinking sess...
A single encounter can lead to a heavenly time, especially if it is the first of a bathhouse visit. Even if I had actually made a mistake - instead of this being a normal Thursday, when the baths open at 3pm, it was a holiday, with an hour earlier opening time. The feeling inside was considerably less crowded than my last visit, also on a holiday. However,...
Last week I told Dave I wanted to fuck his ass. Not sure if I was serious, but I loved sucking his cock and he sucking mine. Anyway, I looked forward to the next week and him coming over to "watch the game". So I was a little disappointed when he showed up with Frank. Don't get me wrong, I like Frank. We've been friends for almost as long as Dave and I, but...
Prologue: "Alright, can you hear me?" Mr. Bassett's voice was barely audible through the speakers of the MacBook. Lane was adjusting the screen, and he nodded in response. I was sitting, quietly, on the sofa, fiddling with my hands. This was horrifying, yet slightly exhilarating. I didn't know what to think. Lane finally turned around, away from the laptop...
This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above. * Friday is my Hell Day. I do three days' worth of work on Friday so I can enjoy my weekend unhindered by office obligations. That might seem counterintuitive to the modern work ethic, but screw it. As Jack Torrance in "The Shining" typed over and over, "All work and no play makes...
It was a large high school, so I was surprised to walk into the locker room and find my locker next to Chris's. Chris and I had lived next door to one another when we were kids, and we used to have epic wrestling matches and sword fights growing up. It was hard to believe we'd once been friends, though, given the ways we'd grown apart. Chris had developed in...
At the age of twenty four, Nicholas stood six foot, his body shaped like a Greek athlete. His supple muscles and tanned body made a woman watching him ache for a date with him. But after a recent bad relationship, Robert wasn't looking for a relationship. His twin brother had introduced him to the world of homosexuality years before, and though Robert wasn't...