Waking up to the joys of another long, frustrating day at the post office was not how Ciaran had foreseen his life turning out after graduation. A recent graduate with master's degree in Classics he had envisioned a life of intellectual pursuit, one where he could spend his days sitting in a small office in a university somewhere delving into the secrets of...
Chapter 1 - The Journey Begins My name is Jono Banks this is my story of discovery on my journey home. First I should tell you a bit about myself. I try to live life by a short list of rules that yes, I frequently violate, often to my detriment: 1. There is a God. 2. I am not God. 3. Answer all questions in brevity. Don't babble, or offer extra informat...
Note to the reader: There is some sex but if you're looking for long, hot scenes, this story is not for you. It's primarily a romance. PART ONE Introduction I first met Dan when we were assigned to the same project at work. I took an immediate liking to him, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. We were soon eating lunch together every day and chatting dur...
Paul Lombardo had just slipped his hands under his wife Diane's little rump, and after lifting her up off of the bedding a bit, let his tongue slide down through the lips of her sex and further down, not stopping until his tongue reached her puckered anal ring. Even with her thighs surrounding his ears, Paul heard the yelp of surprise when Diane felt his to...
My father loves to keep the yard well maintained. He enjoys brining his coworkers and buddies home and showing it off. Naturally we have a grounds keeper. His name is Mr. Lynne. He is a pleasant older gentleman from Australia who I must admit does a very nice job. Still, one man can’t oversee everything. Dad liked to watch the men work and give instructions...
The stories that I write are purely fictional. I am not gay nor have I ever had gay sex. But If I ever wanted to have gay sex, this is how I might want it to happen to me. ENJOY!!! Hi, My name is Robert and I would like to chronicle my many sexual adventures. I want to start with the time that I lost my cherry to two of the most gorgeus black men in the wor...
The basketball sized swell of his shoulder muscle pressed against the high walls of the cubicle. The strain of the hard, plastic wall indicated that the monstrously thick thigh muscles were doing the same. He was clearly trying to finish his shower as quickly as possible, awkwardly avoiding looking at me. I was taking my time, enjoying my shower. I began enj...
A couple of days later, a police officer rang the doorbell. "Officer Peters. What can I do for you?" Kyle remembered the officer from his previous visit when he had been raped. "I need to speak to you for a couple of minutes. May I come in?" "Sure. Come on in." He stepped aside to allow the officer to enter his living room. Always the thoughtful host, he a...
The next morning I woke up and remembered what transpired with Jürgen the night before. How he seduced me with kisses and knew exactly what he was doing to me. I remembered how beautiful he was and how I couldn't control myself. Within a minute of thinking about this stuff I was hard again but not like my usual hard on, it was rock hard and leaking pre cum...
There is something so oddly empowering about the way I spend my days. My name is Abel Whitaker. I'm a young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Let me tell you about my life. I was born in 1986, to Boston police officer George Whitaker and car saleswoman Jennifer Kingman Whitaker. They raised me to have ambition and a positive attitude. I'...