Hec was walking funny. I think it was either that last piece of pumpkin pie with three dollops of whipped cream or that last piece of me-- I didn't come with whipped cream though-- still, I knew we could both fit in that bathtub, and he did say I tasted a bit like whipped topping, maybe Reddi wip. I told him "I'd rather be topping then whipped," but then I a...
I could feel his hand gently squeezing my ass through the fabric of my jeans and the stretch lace panties Bill likes so much to see my tender tail wrapped in. It was a sensation that I dearly loved. I twisted my hips just enough to let him know I felt him, and that I approved. I loved the way Bill touched me, and I loved the way our relationship had evolved....
(This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people and places is purely coincidental.) "Good afternoon, Male Models Limited, how may I help you?" "Ah, Hello, I saw your add in the paper saying you are looking for male models." "Yes, that's right, we have several openings this week for interviews, would you like me to put you down for one?" "Well...
So, this happened to me back in high school when I was in my final year. I was in my late teens, quite tall and slim, shaggy dark hair. I knew at that point I was interested in guys, but had buried that fact, deep. I'd had girlfriends and was popular among my small group of friends. But, I guess because of my grunge look, a group of more 'cool' kids regularl...
Scott and I had grown up together, we were born just one week apart, we lived in the same street just two houses away from each other to be factual about it all, we went to pre-school together, to primary school and then onto high school. We were the best of mates, we were like that weird pair that always knew what the other was thinking. Growing up Scott a...
Living in a military town you'll see loads of servicemen wandering around with nothing to do. They're new to the place. They don't know anybody. Most importantly, they're lonely. Not to make it sound as if I'm exploiting that loneliness, but I do sometimes find myself benefitting from their quiet desperation for companionship. If it matters I've been on th...
I'd seen him several times before, at Gerald's house and at literary do's. Networking, circulating. I'd even spoken to him a couple of times, when we had both been standing about in the same group talking business. He was a nice looking, rather sweet guy. He had always had a certain appeal about him, but I hadn't been looking for appeal then. I had deliberat...
Ok this is my first story. Being young and explorative I'm not open about my sexuality. I'd been chatting on a few websites one of interest to this story was my particular favourite. I'd had a hard day at work so needed some 'release'. I logged onto this website and started to chat to a few guys but no luck. Was going to log off when one guy said that he liv...
The following is a fictional story from a bi-curious guy. My name is John. For the past year I've worked in the office of a small wholesale company. Since the warehouse is right next to the office the warehouse workers are always going back and forth past my desk. This is how I met Dwayne. Dwayne is a tall, broad shouldered black man. He's been the company'...
April, 2015 Dirk performed his dumbbell curls deliberately and methodically while he stood next to the mirror. He closely watched the way his chiseled biceps strained against his tanned skin. The veins in his arms stood out conspicuously, as he continued to pump blood, into his muscular arms. I could see droplets of sweat trickle down his massive pecs and t...