Dear Reader: This story will stand alone, but if you want to see how Bobby's uncle Charlie taught him what he needed to know about fags, you should read "Still in the Closet – Well Almost" and "Still in the Closet – Part 2." It was nothing like I had expected. I was working my ass off on the practice field. I was not going to suit up for at least two years....
Relationships with women haven't been the best for me lately. I've been hurt too many times, and feel like I don't connect with them. Careful self reflection has caused me to believe that other avenues may be best for me. In other words, I have opened myself up to the possibility of a relationship with a man. This is something that I had never consider an o...
Months had passed since my first semester and last semester at college had ended, and I could had finally found my place. A twenty-year-old boy with a cosmetically enhanced ass, living as a full-time sex slave to a man whose name, age, and history were a mystery. I was living the dream. I handled my own finances, so my parents never noticed when I dropped o...
Damian walked out into the sunlight and immediately felt the humidity in the air. The contrast from air conditioning to summer afternoon was like a rolling oven blast. Damian had thrown on a cotton Hawaiian shirt, and a pair of jean shorts, frayed at the cut offs. On his plump feet, he wore a pair of sandals. Today Damian was going commando. As the heat boun...
I met him on a blustery evening under the Cartier Bridge. The bicycle paths that ran along each side of the river were closed for the season. A layer of ice had already formed indistinct patterns on the surface of the water. But the trails were clear with barely any snow on the ground, and it was easy enough to duck underneath the leaden chain that stretched...
Relaxing by the pool with drink in hand, life couldn't get any better. I was just glad the low rent motel my employer booked me into had a pool. Since school was still in session, no way my wife and kids could have accompanied me on this business trip. Forced to leave the Philippines several months ago because of the humiliating experience I endured at the h...
For over a decade I've had a curiosity about sucking the cock of a fellow married man and swallowing his cum. The thought of being on my knees in front of him, being submissive to an alpha male who is more well-endowed than me is a huge turn-on for some reason. It goes to support my belief that I am truly a submissive male deep down inside. An event in earl...
Pulling back the covers I could see his erection in his boxers. I waited a little while trying to breath as calmly as possible while admiring the shape it made pressed against the loose cotton. Carefully I moved my hand up the leg of his boxers until I could feel his hairy testicles with my fingers, this made my skin shiver and my lips burn. He stirred a sec...
"But why does it have to be a dude?" "Not just any dude. A big sweaty dude, with triple chins and jowls and sloppy ginger hair." "So like Louis C.K., but a mess." "Exactly. And he has to say 'Fuck the gloves, this is real.' It's the perfect line." "Why can't it be a hot female doctor?" "Because that's what they're expecting. This is what makes your stor...
A note from the author: I am extremely grateful to Robert Reams for editing this story. In addition to cleaning up my many errors he also provide advice and clarity suggestions that I feel helped elevate this story from good to great. Any errors that remain are mine and should not be attributed to his assistance in any way. I would also like to thank those...