Gay Male

I’m a widower. My wife of six years died six months ago. She left me with two little ones. While giving birth to our second, she had to have a caesarean and that was when they discovered the cancer. It was almost virulent. My little boy was two months old when she died. I was at a loss as to what to do. I had my daughter who had just turned two and a two-month old boy.

I moved home to be closer to my mother so she could help out. I loved my kids and they seemed the only thing I was

I had signed myself up for an adult website on a whim. I was just really horny one night and stumbled across it. Before I knew it, I had the confirmation email and I was browsing through pictures of hot girls and couples going at it. The pictures that really got to me were the ones where the girls were sucking on a big cock or had just got a wad of cum all across their face.

I found myself being more and more attracted to the cock in the picture than the girl. When I started browsing through

It had been a quiet day at my salon this Friday. I run a small salon in a midsized town in the western U.S. I do hair styling of course, manicures and pedicures and some massage. Some of my women clients like a relaxing massage, but since I’m gay, I assure you, it’s strictly professional.

Yeah, I’m gay, but I don’t really fit the stereotype of a gay hair styler. My hair is dark brown and a little on the short side. I go to the gym 5 days a week and have a pretty buff body. I’m 34 yo, 6 ft tall,

I opened my eyes. The night’s sleep was leaving my body and I was returning to consciousness. With a contented sigh I pulled the covers up beneath my chin and turned on my side. A glance at the small clock on the nightstand told me it was 10 p.m. A good night’s sleep without strange, incoherent dreams was a luxury I didn’t get to enjoy very often. I hadn’t felt so rested in weeks, maybe even months.

Enjoying the feel of the soft sheets I felt like staying in bed all day,

Mack Thompson had just returned to his hotel room following an intense workout at the fitness center and swimming pool. He was in town for a conference and had arrived a day early. At 30 years old he was the picture of health and could have been the poster guy for a fitness club. Mack stood at 6’2″ and weighed a chiseled 190 pounds. He had light brown hair that he always kept short and hazel eyes. He loved to play golf, ski and swim in addition to his routine gym workouts.

Mack

My name is Christian. Most of the people I know call me Chris. Although my mom calls me Christian Edward Matthews whenever she’s mad. I don’t really like my middle name all that much, but of course, I never tell her that. Currently, I’m 19 years old and in my senior year in high school. I started a bit late into school so I’m older than most by at least a year.

Since it’s already October, that means I’m going to be 20 in 2 months – which my friends

Hi, my name is Rick. I had just started working 3rd shift at the plant. We were given computer access, and were allowed to log into myspace, which made the nights go quicker.

Jennifer was interesting. She was a self described, big, beautifully dominant woman, that worked as an assist manager at a motel.

Her relationship was, “complicated”, and she had “special friends” that she liked to go to Rain (a local gay club)with. She also liked to “do speed, or vitamin e,

Hi everyone this is a little filler between Not To Late and its sequel that I’m working on. Many thanks to my wonderful editor for her help with this. Please leave comments as the help me improve my writing and enjoy.

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“Aww, Miles. Come to bed already! I want to give you an early birthday present,” Ryan moaned from the sofa. It was ten thirty at night and Miles was still typing away on his art report.

“Just let me finish this last paragraph and then I’m

It wasn’t the way I had expected to be spending a sunny afternoon in June, but I had no complaints. Neither did Joey, the cute eighteen year old guy who was on his back, naked as the day he was born. His cock was hard and from the look on his face, he was enjoying the way my hands were working on his cock and balls.

I was old enough to be his father, this cute young guy before me, but I wasn’t. He was the son of the woman I had been seeing regularly for about a year, Jenny Holden,

When I was 22, I had a date with the most beautiful and amazing girl in town. Her name was Julie, she was 21 and she was a goddess. She stood approximately 5’11, just a few inches shorter than my 6’1 frame. Her never-ending legs tapered into shapely hips and a Brittany Spears tummy. Her breast swelled and filled her tops leaving little to the imagination.

To top off her awesome body was the face that made heads turn and got stares from both men and women alike. Her green eyes shone like