Gay Male

Thank you for all the positive comments about the Twins. The first two chapters begin with present-day followed by a flashback, so you might enjoy things a bit more if you read the first two installments. This chapter picks up again at present day. Enjoy!

I came home from work one day and checked my email to find a message from Rich. He had emailed me to say that he was going to take a few weeks off and invited me out to his house to do some mountain biking and hiking. I had been trying to get

I was stretched along Andrew closely, embracing him with one arm, while I stroked his ass with the supersized lubricated cock dildo. He was making all of the right noises, but I could sense that the passion just wasn’t totally there. He wasn’t writhing or trembling as he had been doing for years under the attention of my own cock.

That was the unspoken missing element in our love making now. My cock, which had dominated and satisfied him for so many years, just was no longer up to

“What’s going on? Are you gay?” The words tumbled from my mouth. Once we recovered from our impromptu lovemaking bout, or at least I hoped it was lovemaking, we settled back into my bed, our backs against the headboard. Orrin kept his eyes downcast and appeared to be looking for a response to my questions. “Well?” I prompted.

Orrin cleared his throat, “No.”

“No? Then what going on? Why me? Why now?” My chest was beginning to hurt. Was I some

INTRODUCTION

Today was the day of my annual physical exam. Ordinarily, that would be of no concern. I am a healthy, 5 ‘ 10″; 180 pound, male with no significant bad habits that would influence my overall health. However, today, I had some anxiety associated with the exam and that stemmed from the previous year’s physical.

The anxiety came from the fact that I think my physician, Dr. Joll, made a pass at me. Actually, it was a lot more than a simple pass. It happened so fast

Dr. Randy Wolfe, PhD, stared with purpose into the bathroom mirror as he applied the last bit of near fluorescent, ruby red lipstick to his mouth. Setting it aside, he used a piece of toilet paper as a blotter to dab away any excess, then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Suddenly his deep voice began to reverberate off the walls and ceiling of the small bathroom.

“I wanna go… Oh, Oh, Oh… To the late night, double feature, picture show… By RKO… Wo, Oh,

I am an old muscle car buff. Not long ago I bought a dead 1967 GTO, I pushed it into the garage and started working on it. As in most neighborhoods I didn’t really know my neighbor Tim or his wife. But right after I put the car in the garage Tim came over and asked if I needed some help. I figured what the hell, I could always use help. So I told him I would be glad if he could help. He started coming over on a regular basis. He was a great mechanic, so I wasn’t upset with his help.

My car came to a stop below the front of the house and I just sat there. It had been a long day and I was tired and not ready for the chaos I would find inside. Instead I sat there in the car and lay my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes for five minutes of peace.

A year ago I would have been hurrying inside, however hard my day had been. But a year ago Nick would have been there, already home or on his way. Now my house, our dream house, sometimes seemed more like a burden than a

She was lovely as she walked down the isle. We were both 23 and in love. The first few years it was exciting. We were having sex almost every day and it was good. As the years went by, and the three kids arrived, it became more of a chore. We were still in love, but the kids were born only a year apart and the sexual excitement kind of faded.

Jane and I respected each other and so we shared the duties of the household. We did, however, understand that a time out was needed for both of us from

I had just got back from work on a Friday. Brandon was already back at our apartment. He hugged me once I walked in. Since we’re just room mates, I wasn’t comfortable with it at first, but over time I got used to it. It’s not much of a big deal for me anymore. It’s sort of the kind of guy he is. We got along pretty well and had been living together for about five months now. Sometimes we’d do shots together and have fun and laugh. Occasionally on Fridays he’d

There were three of them at the Club, all black, good looking, and nicely hung. One of them hit on me, and I let him buy me a drink while we chatted. After the conversation turned to sex, he asked me if I was interested in sucking him off, along with a couple of his friends, who had all been watching me as I danced. I said sure, but only if they were all hung at least eight inches.

He assured me that they were, and soon I was crowded into the booth between them, and the guys on either side of