On Sunday, April 28, 1793, the bells in towers of the harbor town of Charlotta rang out at 2 p.m. They were calling all nobles on the inland sea island of St. Silvus to the wedding of Reginald Reynolds, the governor-general's son, the most magnificently formed and handsome of the most physically gifted countrymen on the face of the earth. At that precise mom...
Yesterday I had a marvelous experience, I sucked a cock. I am a 64-year-old male and a hardcore heterosexual I would never in a million years thought that I would have a gay experience. I did and I liked it. I live in a small central Florida city and yesterday I was on my way to Tampa, I noticed the car in front of me swerve to miss a dog and slide into a d...
Author's Note: This is not to make light or minimize the clusterfuck that's going on right now. It's just my creative way of coping. If you like it, please let me know in the comments sections, there will be at least one more. ***** It became routine. Ok, so it was weird. But whenever one of us was ready, we would invite each other to what quickly became...
He entered the public washroom his eyes momentarily blinded by the harsh fluorescent lights reflecting off the stark white tiles. Looking down at the still wet floor he smelt the sharp, sweet tang of disinfectant and silently thanked whoever had recently cleaned. He hated the smell of piss and shit usually associated with such places. Looking across the ro...
Ok, so before we start, you need to know 2 things: 1, English is not my mother tongue, so please excuse me if i have grammatical mistakes, hope the story is understandable enough, 2 this story I'm about to tell you, is completely truth, and is based in my journey to the discovery of gay sex, I have read stories about first encounters that were all perfect, i...
It's was Monday and Sting woke up early to go to work. In the apartment it was just me (Natsu) and Pablo, Sting's flat mate and lifelong friend. I laid naked on the bed, lazy and horny. I wondered what was Pablo doing. Yesterday evening he came back from a weekend out rock climbing, we heard him from Sting's room. As usual he dumped his stuff in the entranc...
The past few months I haven't had the time to write. I have not abandoned "On the Beach" for the few of you patiently waiting. This is, in essence, a transcription of a dream I had a few nights ago. Don't blame LarryInSeattle if, during the last edit, I snuck an error or two back in. Enjoy. Please comment if there's something you like or don't like....
This is a true story. It is my first encounter with another man in a 5th story steam room in an Urban, Midwest gym. This is also my first attempt at erotica. I would love feedback on both the story contact as well as other men's experiences that are similar. * It had been three months since he'd started working out and, as he looked at himself in the locke...
T Was a Bopper-A Real Show Stopper (for Dreamshell, who asked me to continue the world of T a bit longer) * A real show stopper, me, and what a rattyworld, but ace was there for me together with Sin and Trinity and we got to getting some prayer life on, for here is the adorable me, with out adolescent pimples finally at long last. Rotting world needing bl...
After cleaning up all the cum from John's sleeping body, I laid next to him and pulled the covers over our naked bodies. We had spent Sunday morning fucking and sucking each other at a motel at the edge of town. I pulled him towards me and we cuddled together. The AC in the room was blowing cold and his body had goose bumps on it from getting slightly wet...