How it is that we eventually choose what we like is beyond me. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to the whole mess of being straight, bi or gay and add to that the subtle taste differences that come with those different varieties of connections. I might not know why I like what I like... but I know what I like and this is the story of Darnell. I was nine...
We were on our third day of me having my way with Mark. So far, I had fucked his ass nine times, cumming inside him seven times, shooting my wad on his ass twice more. He had sucked my cock five times, swallowing the load each time and he had been allowed to cum five times. It was now three in the morning, I had gotten up to go take a leak and came back int...
College Days Ch. 7 -- Catching a thief My roommie and I had noticed that things kept disappearing from our room, but we had no idea who was doing. We were in our second semester of the first year and figured that it had to be a new guy in the dorm. We were missing snacks, drinks, sometimes shorts and underwear would be gone. We both special ordered our unde...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Tanner turned onto the exit ramp when he saw the familiar blue Rest Area sign. This specific Rest Area had become THE destination of choice for simply getting his rocks off. It was almost like a drug now. He thought to himself suddenly that he probably wouldn't be here again for...
This story is about my first encounter with another guy named Brian a friend that I had gone to school with. It was the summer of 1976 I had just turned 18 and I thought that I had the world at my feet. I had graduated high school and for the first time I had the house to myself since my parents had taken my younger sister on a vacation and both my older sis...
I looked back and forth between an old friend and a new one as they faced off, wondering what was going to happen next. Will could and did make the argument of our shared history, while Terry could claim that whatever it was that was going on between him and me should take precedence. It felt kind of cool having these guys each vying for me, while at the sam...
He approached me as i stood against the grey stone wall of a Chinatown building. “Do you smoke?” he asked. He was cute: built strong, with wide dark eyes, cornrows, and a firm jaw, square hands. i smiled a little and said, “Smoke what?” “C!” he said. i swear he called it “c.” i shrugged my shoulders. The truth was that i never had. All the drugs i had don...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novel is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly rom...
I'm driving home and as I approach the stop light, I'm behind an army guy on a motorcycle. I can see in his mirrors that he's kind of cute, but probably straight and married. But hey, a guy can look right? The light turns green, he kicks off his bike and turns the corner, as do I. I end up following him accidentally for a little while, then he goes straigh...
Recap There was no choice! Jason slapped on more tape and Leon couldn't hold on any more - he just had to piss! He did that, and Jason laughed so much it must have hurt him. He then went into another room and didn't come back until 6am. Leon spent the rest of the night lying in his own piss gagged and still tied up as tightly as he had been when he arrived...