Georgie was seventeen-years-old and an only child. He lived in an apartment with his dad. A few months before, his mother moved out to live with her boyfriend, a guy that she had been having an affair with for some...
Gay Male
Robert, The Randy Married Bobby – Part Twelve
"Stoked to perfection"
The feeling was so intense and, when Martin asked if I liked his cock in me, all I could manage was a whimper of pure pleasure. It sure felt good. Images of his giant cock pumping deep in a real...
The Good Neighbour, Part Five
"Tobin makes a new friend"
The next few weeks alternated for Tobin between glorious, delirious sex with Jimmy, and interminable, impatient waiting. Jimmy decreed that they should get together once a week, or twice at the most, always just after Tobin finished school, so that...
The Dirty Geyser Man
"A dirty straight geyser man comes to my rescue…"
In my last two years of high school, the boy that lived next door drove me wild with lust. He was a year older than me and never even acknowledged my existence. After this family moved into the neighbourhood, seventeen-year-old...
Robert The Randy Married Bobby – Part Eleven
"Tease control ahead"
Martin knew his cock was way too big for me, so he waited a few seconds, allowing my twitching muscles to relax around the intruding knob. Automatically, I tensed and relaxed around his cock, it made him groan at the...
Robert, the randy married bobby – Part Ten
"An inch in time, take nine"
Martin and I remained glued together, his cock rigid and dipping between my thighs while our lips stayed in contact, his head pushing my own into the bed. He was much bigger and heavier, yet it felt so good being...
The need for the ultimate depravity.
"I allow myself to become the ultimate gay slut."
My experience with gay sex had only just begun. I was thirty-six when Diane arranged for my first experience with Jim, Allan and herself, recounted in a previous story. Prior to that occasion, I do not believe that the thought...
After shopping one Saturday morning, I found myself sitting the ‘PM-AM’ gay bar at twelve-thirty in the afternoon. As the name suggests, those were there operating hours of the bar and it was open from noon until midnight. I wasn’t...
Rural Reverie: Part One
"Coming of age with my father and our butch neighbours, among a few others…"
Part One:I was born in 1958. By the age of sixteen, I had led the most ordinary and naïve life. That was soon to change rather dramatically. My father, Mike, and mother Catherine had gotten married rather young. My dad...