We were in the study of Professor Hendrick's house, in the late evening, nearing the end of the tutorial he was conducting. At least I assumed it was nearing the end, because I was very close to coming. We were in a straight chair facing his desk. Professor Hendricks, his hands wrapped around my waist was sitting in the chair; I was sitting on his hard cock—...
I guess you know you're a couple comfortable with each other when you're able to sleep in the same bed without having sex, be naked around each other without always throwing an erection. Most of all when you love someone so much that you think nothing of putting his needs before your own without resentment. I awoke the next morning to find Tom curled into m...
What I was not expecting, what I could not have imagined, is being physically overcome by my lust filled desire. He stood there, as he has daily, with the same smile and same swagger he always displays. Why am I suddenly willing to bare myself naked for him? Why do I feel this need for him? Why do I want him to fuck me like a whore? I have to stop asking w...
Right outside the room I shared with my roommate of six days there was a green tinted glass door that led to a little landing and six flights of white, marble stairs down to the palm covered courtyard in front of our dorm building. No one went out there except at night when they were doing something they didn't want anyone to see. I usually had it to myself...
[This story can be read on its own, but it continues the story of Jonathan and David into the next generation. All institutions and characters in the story are purely imaginary.] * Chapter 1 Early years One of my earliest memories is when I was about six years old being taken for a walk by Uncle Arthur Rockwell in the wood that he and my cofather had p...
Are you obsessed with gay sex? Come on, tell me the truth. Do you get all worked up at the very mention of it? Does the thought of a man fucking another man turn you on? Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to be the first to admit that I am completely obsessed with doing it with the guys. My name is Roger Stanley and gay sex is my addiction. It's my favorite...
June 1929, Tokyo, Japan I was straining for him to start. I ran my hands down his hard-muscled back from the shoulder blades to his buttocks, pushing his trousers down further on his buttocks and clutching at the orbs, willing him to start the stroking. He was inside me deep and I was panting hard for him. He spoke from the hollow of my throat. "I . . . we...
Henri Bragger looked around the seminar room at the World Bank symposium in Washington, D.C., giving a nod here and a little smile there. He was among old friends—or at least long-time colleagues. His own Swiss bank, the Banca Privata Reichstein, was one of the most reputable—and safest—banking institutions throughout the world. And he had been with the bank...
Revised version copyright 2007 by the author. * It began to rain hard a few minutes before two that Saturday afternoon, preventing me from meeting Robert at the Lincoln Center fountain. Forced indoors, I stood dripping wet in the cavernous lobby of Avery Fisher Hall, searching among the similarly hapless figures hurrying by outside in the central plaza, fe...
"I'm so nervous, my students are gonna hate me, I just know it! They're not gonna take me seriously!" I exclaim frantically as I slip on my shoes to head out the door. "I highly doubt that, 'Hot Teacher!" My roommate Jess says as she pushes me the rest of the way out. "I would literally kill to have a teacher even half as hot as you, gay or not. I doubt yo...