Honeymooners
Posted on: April 05, 2009?>
The honeymoon was a financial splurge. Long-planned, we flew to Barbados to one of the luxury hotels, one that had a reputation for housing international celebrities and the amenities were all geared to that level. Well-heeled paying guests. And us, the newlyweds.On the first afternoon of arrival, we parked on the beautiful sandy beach outside our hotel, with the wonderful clear waters of the Caribbean, so clean and clear that you could see your toes when you were standing in water at neck level. My bride was in her most flattering bikini, and I felt sort of territorial when I knew others were checking her out. I was in a tight Speedo that I knew flattered my masculinity and showed off my endowment. We caused a bit of stir on the beach and people noticed us. But later that afternoon, another couple arrived on the beach. They caused all heads to really turn.She was tall and slim, and walked with that graceful twisting stride of a runway model. (That was no surprise, since it turned out that she WAS a runway model in Manhattan.) Her swimsuit was ultra revealing of her slim and flowing curvaceous body, her sunglasses were artfully perched on her high cheek-boned face, and her straw hat was the kind that you normally only saw in fashion magazines. Her new husband was brawny and muscular, with rough-hewn features, wide bodybuilder type shoulders, beefy biceps, dark hairy fuzz that ...
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Father's Job Security
Posted on: April 04, 2009?>
I had just graduated high school, was 18 and thought I owned the world. I was going to college next fall, and was looking forward to freedom, being on my own.I was slim, short, with a thick head of blonde hair. I was straight, though one of my long time friends had admitted to me just a week before that he was gay. It was weird thinking of all those times he had slept over. Had he wanted to have sex with me? Kind of got me hot, and kind of got me nervous.My world caved in that evening though. I had been out hanging around and by the time I got home, my dad was home. He was early, which was strange, and both he and my mom were in the living room with a drink in their hands, again that was odd. They beckoned me in, and told me the news.No college for me, my dad was going to lose his job next week. I was devastated, then pissed off. Damn, this did have to happen to me!And when I woke up the next morning, I was still pissed off. I don't know what made me do it, but I decided I was going to give my dad's boss a piece of my mind. And so I took a bus downtown, and in forty minutes was waiting in the big, well-furnished waiting room outside my dad's bosses ...
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A Golf Trip
Posted on: April 03, 2009?>
It was my yearly golf trip. My regular foursome always went to Myrtle Beach at the end of May, when the prices were cheap and the courses not so crowded. We would spend five days, and golf our brains out, drink our livers out, and eat our guts out. It was a great time.I was 54, married, kids and had a great job. I made lots of money, and worked my ass off. My sex life had gone to hell, and all I really had was fantasy and my sturdy, strong right hand.The first day was great; I shot 74 and was really hitting the ball solidly. My putting was working, a soft, smooth stroke and I was driving the ball like a God. Who knows why, but I knew I was going to take advantage of my newfound swing for as long as I could.At the end of the first round, we went into the pro shop, and I saw him. He couldn't have been over 18, though he had to be 18 if he was working in the pro shop and handling money. He was short, very slim, with a full head of tousled blonde hair. My sexual past included some men, friends when I was young, and one or two in my early thirties. But none since then. I knew I liked cock, and loved being penetrated, but marriage, kids, a good job had knocked that out ...
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Work in Progress
Posted on: April 02, 2009?>
Love sucks. I couldn’t help but think this as I lay curled up in bed with empty chocolate wrappers around my bed and sheets that were probably 3, maybe 4 weeks old. I stopped counting the days. My apartment seemed unfamiliar and so much bigger, like a piece of furniture had just been moved or taken out. If you already haven’t figured it out, I was dumped. Dean, my boyfriend of two years, the love of my love dumped me. I hate that word. “Dumped.” It even sounds ugly. I probably should have been concerned when he didn’t come home when he normally would and we stopped going out to eat and I started to eat alone. But the real kicker, the sign I should have seen immediately was when we stopped having sex. Now I’m not the type of person to have sex ‘round the clock but when I need it, I really need it. After about two months of this “drought,” he says that he doesn’t have the same feelings for me anymore and that it’s not me, it’s him, all that cliché bullshit. To be truthful, I should have seen this but I was in love and in denial and those two work very well together. So that was it.My friends, as supportive and loyal and caring as they were couldn’t understand what I was going through. Their longest relationships have been with their beer bottles and with girls they make out with for 3 hours in ...
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Life and Love
Posted on: April 01, 2009?>
I sat in math class, with Nick sitting one seat up and to the left. Both he and I were daydreaming as the teacher went about her lesson. He was most likely dreaming of snowboarding or baseball, and I was dreaming of him. He is about 6’3” with dirty blond hair, thin build and just so damn cute! I don’t know how long I have felt this way about him. We started out as acquaintances as freshmen and every once and a while we would talk to each other in passing. We were also both members of the school band, reluctantly. When we were allowed to sit anywhere, he would always come over by me. The best times for me were when we would watch a movie in class. He would come over by me and we would just watch my iPod. I would always move the seat next to me closer on those days. I would sit there, as we both watched a movie, trying to get as close to him as possible without alerting him or others. I don’t know if he’s gay. He has made little effort in discussing girls. We normally talk about stupid stuff, as most eighteen year olds do. It seems like whenever we would meet in the hallway, he would just playfully ram into me, and I him. We would laugh then go our separate ways. And I noticed when we were watching one of our favorite movies; he made a point to look ...
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First Time with A Man
Posted on: March 31, 2009?>
For a long time, I had fantasized about being with another guy. Every time I masturbated it would be to pictures of men and I would always imagine being with another man and having his dick in my mouth. It wasn’t until my freshman year in college that my fantasy turned into reality. I met Donnie when I first moved into my dorm room. He lived three doors down from me and we quickly became friends. I had never thought of Donnie as a lover or even as someone interested in me. However, I was always noticing his nice bulge when I would catch him in his boxers or bathrobe. Multiple times I would imagine what it looked like, and what it would feel like to suck on.After the first semester, he moved out of my dorm and into a different one. I would go to his dorm and hang out with him multiple times and we would always have a few drinks and stay up late playing video games. His roommate was rarely around, and in the last month of the semester, Donnie’s roommate had officially moved out – this made my time in his room increase dramatically.One late night, we were playing video games and just hanging out with some beer and tequila. Normally I would just walk back across campus to my room to sleep for the night – but this night was different. I had decided ...
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The Hot, Red Ass
Posted on: March 30, 2009?>
Mrs. Brockett, my babysitter had done it to me when I was twelve and had misbehaved. She had made me pull my pants down, bend over her big knees, and had spanked me. She had spanked me hard!She had told my parents what I had done, and they approved of her punishment even though I complained that a babysitter should not be able to touch me! But secretly, that night, alone in my room I jerked off thinking of her hand hitting my rubbery ass. Mrs. Brockett had no idea what genie she had let out of the bottle for as she had spanked me, I had hardened. As she had spanked me, I had imagined her fingers going where I fingered myself, where I pushed things up inside me. And then I had imagined she was a man, a man who would do what I desperately wanted.My secret life was just that, secret. I would spank myself, I had made several paddles for this purpose. I dated, but not seriously. I went to college, got laid by a woman, but it all seemed so much less than what I really needed. I have never gotten very tall, 5'6" and was very slim. Being small was not a benefit in college.When I graduated, I got a job at an advertising firm. I was 22 and acted as their gopher. I knew I was beginning at the bottom, but there ...
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Taking a Slave for the Night
Posted on: March 29, 2009?>
This story is dedicated to Aiden. You asked for it so here it is.“Hey Greg! Are you ready yet? Come on man, your holdin’ us up!”“Yeah yeah just give me second,” I yelled back, slipping on my best jeans. The ones that showed off my package. I sprayed a bit of Calvin Klein over me as I left my apartment with my friends. We were going downtown to the newest and hottest club in the city and I was definitely ready to get laid. I had this mindset as we made our way into the club. Even if it wasn’t the newest club, it was certainly the most crowded with wall-to-wall guys. It also must have been the hottest because they were throwing their shirts off every which way but I didn’t complain. For most of the night we danced, drank, and partied our asses off. So my friends ditched me after the first hour, probably to get laid themselves, and I was left at the bar, scouting the room for any cute eye candy. I knew in a club like this there would be the completely ripped, bodybuilders but that wasn’t my type. I looked around for the shy guys in the corners, the ones that could be dominated. A slave. There were a few guys with potential but none of them really stood up to my high standards. I finally gave up looking and decided to take a leak before I left when this guy just bumped into me ...
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Against the Bookcase
Posted on: March 28, 2009?>
Please note that the following is a work of fiction; all characters, locations and events depicted exist only in the writer's mind and on the page. (Also note that I am English, and ergo some language may be a little strange to users from USA/Australia etc...)This is my first piece of Gay Erotic fiction, written for my own pleasure, but hopefully you will enjoy it too! Please give me constructive feedback so that I can improve.Enjoy it lads! xI watched him bend over, pinstriped trousers stretching to accommodate the sizeable, rounded arse that I knew was hidden inside. I was sat on the second row from the front and had a perfect view of Mr. Carlaisle. You might think it strange that a young guy (just turned 18 at the time) would find the man attractive: late 20's (possibly early 30's), an English Teacher; not particularly well toned (in fact a few ounces overweight), wavy red-brown hair that fell around his neck, giving him the look of a baroque composer one might see in an etching. His lips were very full and his eyes chesnut, which sparkled as he talked about a poem or one of his favourite novels. He wore thick-framed designer glasses and a ring in the top of one ear (a lingering sign of his youth). He always wore a suit, usually pinstriped, and I found this insatiably attractive: seeing the thin white stripes forming contour lines over his plump but pert bum. I have always had an ...
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Another First For Me
Posted on: March 27, 2009?>
Well, here it is. A nice lazy Sunday morning and I'm sitting here at my computer. However, this is a bit different from previous times since I'm sitting on a heavy cushion with an ice pack firmly between the cheeks of my ass. And, this is what happened.Some of you may have read the story of my first time. Since that first time, my lover, Rick, and I have had a weekly session; sessions that I have enjoyed tremendously. I thought that last night would be no different but that was not to be the case.I arrived at his house at my normal time and as is our habit, we sat down in his living room to share a bottle of wine. After my second or third glass, I was definitely getting "into the mood" when Rick's doorbell rang. I was a bit annoyed at this since I was getting eager to go to the bedroom with Rick but I realized that there was little I could do. Rick answered the door and a guy about ten years younger than Rick stepped in and shook hands with him. Again, I felt a bit annoyed at the interruption and hoped to myself that the visitor would not be there long. Little did I suspect that this was an invited visitor and little did I realize what was about to happen.Rick introduced me to his friend, Steve, and we shook hands and sat back on couch. Rick promptly disappeared and came back with ...
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The Urinals
Posted on: March 26, 2009?>
I made my way inside the filthy gas station bathroom and waited for someone to join me in the next urinal. Unzipping my pants I pulled out my hose and let the yellow piss flow out of me and fill up the dirty urinal. A stocky man in his fifties walked in and stood at the urinal next to mine. I took my time draining my cock, tried not to be too obvious about wanting to see what he was packing. I stared straight at the wall. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pull out his fat cock. I closed my eyes and waited for the stream to start. I was getting harder by the second. It took a minute but soon he was emptying his bladder into the urinal. I wished it were my mouth he was dumping into. I tried to resist but the curiosity was too much for me. I let my eyes wander over to his side. The stranger stepped back, allowing me a better look at his fat little prick. It was small but very fat, not hard at all, his foreskin covered his head almost completely. Without stopping he turned to face me. “You want some of this?” he asked me. Quickly I shook my head yes and dropped to my knees. I opened my mouth wide stuck out my tongue and waited for him to use me like a urinal. He stepped up ...
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