James got up from his place at the quaint café down the street from his apartment. Shrugging into his jacket, he waved to the young guy behind the counter and left his half full coffee cup on the table. The air outside the small café was chill but not unpleasant and James sucked in a deep breath that felt sharp entering his lungs. He hadn't been out without...
It's hard to believe that my girlfriend Sandy and I find ourselves being submissive slaves to a guy I have known since high school. I will not detail it all again since I have written about it previously. But suffice it to say my surfing the Internet for porn sites and downloading gay videos led to the discovery by my buddy who later coerced me into sucking...
Chapter Sixteen - The Grass Is Always Greener? There was no possible way to reason with the guy, nor did he take hints. Simon was like a stupid dog that needed a lot of training. After closing the door a few more times in his face, and a few others telling him to just go home already, Carter had had to open the door wide and try to have a conversation with...
I strolled down Folsom street heading towards one of the better known gay S&M stores nestled in the heart of San Francisco. Though I had no idea what the weekend held in store for me, I found myself nonetheless excited to be visiting again and yet, just beneath that electric excitement was a sense of nervousness about entering a gay adult shop. I was after...
I really don't know how to categorize this chapter. There is no incest. There is a bit of female-male rimming. Most of the action, but not all is between Owen and Bill. For that reason, I decide to put it in the "Gay Male" category. For those of you who have followed the story I hope that doesn't stop you. For those new readers, who may be exclusively gay, t...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...
Chapter 1 - First Contact "Tyler! Snap out of it - you're staring again, and he's noticed!" Jack's voice whispered hoarsely in Tyler's ear as the hot water from the shower drummed across his back. There were just the three of them left in the shower now. Basketball practise had been over for more than half an hour and the most of the players were showered...
Here I am at 30 divorced and moving into my new house, in a new State, with a clean slate. Six months ago I came home from work early not feeling well. I walked into my bedroom and saw a big hairy ass moving a huge cock up and down and in and out of my wife's pussy. Her legs were dangling over his shoulders as she was screaming to be fucked harder. My wife a...
Hello, I'm Eric, my wife is Jane. We live in Canada. We have been together for 14 happy years. We have a good life together, two children, good jobs and we are best friends. After we moved in together, our sex life settled into a routine that was a little boring. Not bad, just not "toe curling" excitement. She seems to like my 7" thick cock, especially after...
The front door flung open and there stood Thomas. Smiling warmly and striking a dramatic pose with arms wide and robe open, he let the entire neighborhood see his firm, tan body. Swirls of soft black hair covered his chest and flowed down to the jockstrap that held his fullness. . "Quite the doorman," I said with heartfelt admiration, "but good thing I wa...