After my surprising encounter with Arthur and Sandy, I went home to my wife, completely satisfied. She was sleeping as I slipped into bed. The next morning was a little hairy.
“Morning hon,” Carol said. “You worked late last night.”
“Mornin’,” I grumbled. I was tired for lack of sleep. She came over and kissed me.
I had brushed my teeth well, but I couldn’t help wondering if there was any smell of cock or cum on my breath. It was a light kiss, so
Note: I don’t consider myself to be gay and have never experienced any sexual contact with another man, although there is an appeal that seems to draw me. I admit that I have watched men masturbate via video chat and have done so myself once or twice, I found this exciting and exhilarating. Perhaps it’s the thought of
Alone. For the first time he could think of in a long time, Brian was alone. Since it was a long weekend his wife, Teresa, and their baby daughter had gone to visit relatives in Michigan. And Brian was alone.
He was in his late twenties and recently discharged from the Army after eight years of service. Army life was OK, but Brian didn’t want to make a career of it.
He decided to go back to college and get a business degree. The Army was helping him through school on a GI Bill so he could
My grandfather emigrated from Austria in 1919. He had four sisters, but he was the only boy.
He married my grandmother in 1940. Unable for whatever reason to have children of their own, they eventually adopted a girl (Mary) and a boy (Peter), and each of them in turn had a boy (John Mark for Mary; Matthew (me) for Peter) and a girl (Elizabeth for Mary; Joan (my sister) for Peter).
I was the youngest of the four grandchildren. I had always looked up to John Mark, who was 6 years older than me.
He was restless, tired and content as he watched her through her bedroom window; his place in the tree gave him the perfect view. She had gone to bed about twenty minutes ago, he stood in the tree waiting. Forcing his eyes away as she changed in her near dark room, he wasn’t a pervert or like the rest of them.
He knew when to look and when not to, tonight wasn’t the night. She had tossed and turn for most of the twenty minutes, restless but tired. He could tell as he listened she
This was just a temporary gig, but they’d stuffed Karl into a dark green coverall with the Army logo plastered on the sleeve. It wasn’t really that much different than his flightsuit but the colour and texture was all wrong and it just didn’t feel right wearing some grease-monkey’s gear instead of his own. There was nothing he could do about it, though—Army was big on uniforms.
Karl figured the higher ups liked it that way because it made things seem more organised.
This story is 100% true.
I’ve known I was bi for a long time but had never had the chance to act on it. I look at gay porn all the time when alone, I masturbate to it, and recently started…toying…for the first time based on the suggestion of an article I had read. I’m glad I did because there’s no feeling quite like having something up your ass while jerking yourself off. It’s euphoric.
Recently I had started perusing Craigs List for people who might be
I knew it was going to be a challenge to pull my weight when I went into the partnership with Steve and Chuck. They graduated in the top of our law school class; I was somewhere in the bottom half, I think. More relevant to their professional trajectories, they were the stereotypical alpha males: tall, strong, good looking and self-confident to the point of having inflated impressions of their abilities—and their abilities were considerable. These were the crucial ingredients for success in the
As curious as I had been about being fucked, I now became more so about fucking another man. Sam had taken my virginity beautifully, but insisted that he was totally a top and would not let me fuck him. That was fine, that was ok, it was his choice, his way, but it did not stop me wanting to find out just what it was like to fuck a guy.
Of course I had come near, just as I had nearly had other guys have my arse, but I had not yet gone all the way. At the gay saunas where I indulged my bisexual
“I can’t believe you’re leaving man” I said to Leo as we walked to his house “if you leave I’m going to be left here with Jordan!”
“Jo is your best friend, your better friends with him than you are with me.” Leo replied.
“Well yeah” I admitted “but he doesn’t cook, and I’ve had more free meals at your house than a homeless shelter, and I know I work at a homeless shelter.”
“Daren if this is your