"You first encountered the defendant where, Mr. Philips?" "At my gym. We were members of the same gym." I did not want to be here, in this courtroom. But the DA had intimidated me. He had said that they might delve deeper into why I was in Baltimore—why I had left San Diego. I really didn't want them to do that. I had just fallen into it in San Diego. I di...
Note - this is really more a bisexual perspective, but the site lacks that category Stories tell only a part, written or spoken. This is the story first heard by wife, now shared, of a recent bathhouse experience. And though the events occurred in a straight line, they didn't feel that way at the time, making the recounting of them become a series of disc...
The Sunday session is tradition in Australia. After two days of relaxation the young and the young at heart head for their favourite watering-hole to cap off the weekend before returning to the grind of the working week. I was in town on business for a couple of weeks, I’d come alone leaving Caz, my wife 1 600 Km away. My usual outlet for my excess sexual ur...
I'd been having these feelings for a few months; I'm not sure exactly when it started. I've always enjoyed looking at porn on the Internet, but recently I'd gradually stopped looking so much at women, and started more and more searching out men. Pretty young boys with oiled bodies, hairless chests and huge erect cocks. Older guys covered in hair, and with bi...
This is the second part of a three-part series. As with the part one, this is a true story. This part is called Cock-Crazed. I had become familiar with man to man sex, but suddenly I seemed to find it everywhere. One day, I was on a business trip in a city several hours from home. I had completed my business day and impulsively stopped at an adult bookstore...
The Sunday session is tradition in Australia. After two days of relaxation the young and the young at heart head for their favourite watering-hole to cap off the weekend before returning to the grind of the working week. I was in town on business for a couple of weeks, I'd come alone leaving Caz, my wife 1 600 Km away. My usual outlet for my excess sexual ur...
I am a 44 year old "secretly" bisexual male. I say secretly in that only a few of my very very close friends along with my girlfriend are aware of this fact. After reading numerous stories on this site, some fiction, some not, I thought that I would relate several real experiences that have happened to me over the years as I have explored this side of my sex...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** Sauna Studs The silver dragon leaned back against...
More than 5 weeks had passed since my last visit, causing my sense of timing to be a bit off. Not only due to eager anticipation, which at times had me riding far too fast, but also due to enjoying a good smoke before leaving. On weekends, the bathhouse opens at 2pm, and parking the motorcycle around 1:50pm meant hanging around for at least a couple of minut...
(Although it features hardcore scenes, this novella is meant to be a plot-driven character study, exploring the dynamics in male intergenerational sex) CHAPTER 4 It was a cold Saturday morning in early January, as Rolf walked out of his home in Nacka on his way to the city centre. It had snowed heavily during the night, and at almost 9 AM, the sun had just...