Joe and I were hanging out over Kathy's house, again. We were always over her house. Her parents were doctors and they were never home. Besides, she always had good stuff to eat and plenty of beer in the fridge to drink. Now, that we are all adults and done with college, the three of us relaxed over a few beers, a couple of joints, lots of laughs, and from t...
"Excuse me. I was wondering if I could get my homecoming pictures taken here?" asked the soft, angelic voice of a young girl who just walked into Jane's photo studio. Jane sat at the front desk with her face planted in her laptop doing a bit of research online. "We do homecomings, proms, birthdays, bar mitzvahs............" Jane trailed off once she looked...
WARNING: This story contains descriptions of a fictional gay man exploring a new part of his sexuality with a straight woman. If this bothers you, please don't read. May contain language or views or fetishes of a questionable content that do not reflect the author's view. All characters are fictional and 21 for all intents and purposes. Please heed this warn...
"Shit." the first word of the surprisingly cold morning pierced the quiet bedroom, almost punishing the speaker already for sleeping in just underwear. He pushed his covers away as fast as he could while still feeling sound asleep, and was soon at his room mate's and also best friend's side, shaking him awake. "Justin." The room mate grumbled as a way of wa...
This story is a sequel to Best Friend & Wife, but can be read on it's own. I hope you enjoy it. ****************************** This story is a sequel to Best Friend & Wife, but can be read on it's own. I hope you enjoy it. "Another beer?" I asked Jay? "Sure." I got up from the table to get a second drink. I was feeling rather strange, it having been fo...
Dawson sat by the dock throwing pebbles into the water. He was angry, confused and felt betrayed ever since Pacey, his best friend had stolen the love of his life. Jack watched from across how angry Dawson was. He knew it sucked for Dawson to have to watch the two people he cared most about be together and leave him out. Jack walked over to where Dawson sa...
I'm only 18 and the bipolar pills seemed to be working. And then one day I woke up and something was wrong. My morning wood was gone. I suddenly realized it had been two weeks since I jacked off. I felt bad. I felt like the lowest of the low because it was, I don't know, somehow wrong. It was awful. Days going by and I couldn't get it up and I didn't even ca...
Let me say straight off that I don't consider myself bi-curious. Bi-sexual, or gay!! I'm not attracted to guys at all. I don't want to touch them, kiss them and I never look at guys with any sort of sexual thoughts. Having said that, as a teen I had this friend and we did engage in what can only be described as bi-sexual behaviour, and sure - I guess it w...
Swingerjoe recently wrote an alternate ending to One, Fifty or One Hundred. And it probably upset me as much as the original story upset swingerjoe if the speed at which he put out another story is any indication. I have, on occasion written an alternative, but now I am writing an alternative to an alternative. Something to fill in the blanks. Why? Well,...
Warning - Although this story is not entirely about gay sex, there is a graphic retelling of male to male oral sex from the main male character to the main female character. If reading about gay male oral sex is not your thing, perhaps you should move along to another story. The actual story is about experimentation and discovery between the two young adult...