James was your typical college junior. Going to class, taking exams, partying with friends and getting drunk on weekends. He enjoyed his intramural wrestling matches with his friends and the occasional game of racquetball. Oh the glory days of college. Camaraderie between roommates who will later become lifelong friends. James and his current girlfriend, Sa...
I'm lying in the bed of a man who picked me up outside a gay bar a few hours ago, listening to the sounds of his gentle, contented sleep. Contented from my having given him delicious head, contented from having fucked me with my stockinged legs wrapped around his shoulders. I'm lying here, looking at the trail of clothing that marks our evening: my strap-y h...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains straight sex, bisexual sex, gay sex and incest. *** A MASSAGE AND MORE Following brunch Ronnie and Dustin returned to her home. He had promised to give her a massage and she was looking forward to it. She took him downstairs to the lower level and it was the first time he was there. There was a massage table and a small...
"John? John Weir?" Hearing the somewhat familiar voice, he turned around and just stared into the woman's features. "Do I know you?" "I'm Sharleen Roberts. From Ensemble." He searched his mind and found her: an overweight puff of flesh with crooked teeth and frizzy blonde hair. She'd had a huge crush on him and had done everything possible to make sure sh...
Nick sat in the bar, having a coke. He let his eyes wander over the room to find someone interesting to strike up a conversation with. The door opened, and a girl came in, stopping in the doorway to look at the crowd. She was a real looker, tall and slim like a model, with long, brown hair and big, dark eyes. She dressed in expensive clothes, and seemed to b...
Kath had become sexually dominant after we had bought a pair of red high heels from a little charity shop near our flat. We were students and living together in the middle of the city, and had seen them in the window one day. We had both laughed as the same thought went through our minds - 'Wouldn't it be cool to wear those and fuck?' As soon as we got home...
This is the third story of a short series examining male sexuality; more specifically my sexuality. As I have got older I have found the borders of sexuality becoming blurred, particularly as I seek more and different sexual kicks. It's not essential to read the other parts first, but it might help. * I still couldn't quite get my head round it. I could...
There is, it is said, nothing more boring than a lecture on why comedy is either funny or unfunny. So here's my version of that joke. This is my attempt at guessing at my mind's viewpoint of gay fiction and fact in a retrospective. What I thought then. What I think, on re-reading these books and re-watching movies I once took to my heart and said, yes, this...
Stephen is the name. Most people call me Stevie for short. I'm a young brother living in Brockton. A six-foot-two, 240-pound African American male with mocha skin. Like many other young folks living in the city of Champions, I go to Massasoit Community College. I'm taking up Criminal Justice there. I'm in my first semester. Soon, I'm going to head to Bridgew...
I first met Soula seven years ago whilst on my way to do archaeological fieldwork at Akrotiri on Santorini. I had caught the Blue Star ferry from Piraeus (Athens Port) via the Greek islands to Santorini. The whole trip takes about 17 hours and goes via some beautiful islands - Parros, Naxos, & Ios - but takes so long there is not much to do. As the sun set...