Marks Unexpected Visitor Has A Tasty Morsel. When Sal’s away Mark likes a flute to play. Before you start to run away with the idea that I am a musician, the flutes I love to play are usually attached to some nice young man who is quick to elongate at a mere touch. I am just a normal everyday guy with a nine to five everyday existence. Married to a tall statuesque blonde goddess who works more hours than she is with me at home. When she is with me, she has either got a headache or she is two tired to tango. This leaves me with a lot of…

I felt his fuck inside me at last, something I had wanted for so very long since Mark pacified me after the sad and fatal accident of my partner for a decade, when he was tragically killed in a car crash. Mark was the medic who guided me to Jeff’s hospital bed where I was able to see him before he died, I cried the tears of a stream, so taken back by the extreme shock but there was Mark to comfort me, to hold and to console me in my time of mourning. He came around to see me afterwards for one or two weeks just to make sure…

Summary: A straight man discovers the power of BBC. Note 1: This is a 2019 April Fool’s Day contest story. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert and Wayne for editing. Like Son, Like Father: Faggots for BBC It had been a month of my being an Uber driver, making a little extra money to pay my daughter’s college tuition and just in case my son needed anything… although he was certain to be getting some full ride football scholarship offers… and while driving people around I’d already had a few strange encounters, from seeing a college girl blowing a dude in his fifties, a married couple get into a…

From when I was little I knew I was different from the rest of the boys. I was never really into girls. Inside I knew I was attracted to the other boys in my class. When I went to the gym I would stare at the other guys while they changed. My name is Rob and I’m an average 18 year old. I’m 75% Irish and 25% Italian. Im not that dark compared to other Italian kids my age. Im about 5’6″ and with short, brown hair. I have acne on my face but its not too bad. I went to the gym often with my best friend jack. I…

“…bin Laden is there! Ninety percent, fifty percent, thirty, I’m sick of probabilities. We need decisive action,” said the fuming secretary of defense. “Evaluating the risks against the benefits, storming the cave complex could save far more than it could possibly kill,” said the president’s advisor, far cooler than the last. “What say you, Mr. President?” Bush’s teeth were clenched, knuckles white on the table, eyes staring fixedly at the image projected ahead: the face of Osama bin Laden. A trickle of sweat ran down his face. “Let’s… let’s hold off deciding anything for now,” muttered the president. His staff exchanged uncertain looks. “I need some time… some time to…

Lust, Like Thirst: 1 La Guitarra These 3 stories are about sexuality and our desires for it. They explore bisexuality, homosexuality, and heterosexuality. They are not about judgments of sexual preference, but about our seeming insatiable desires regarding sex. If you have certain hangups, fine. These stories are not for masturbation. I would greatly appreciate your comments and votes. ] * * * * * I am sitting in a Starbuck’s, trying to drink coffee from the cup shaking in my hands. I don’t remember being this nervous about anything. [author, why am i such a dolt at the beginning of every story you put me in? can’t i for…

It was supposed to be my moment of triumph. I’d been waiting for nearly twenty years to confront the bastards who ruined my life, made me a slut slave to their hellish desires….turned me into the worst sort of cock sucking slut. Their actions when I was but a very young man had affected me my whole life…in my relationships with both men and women. With women, I’d been unwilling to accept intimacy, but had instead used them as my playthings, constantly in search of the next “fuck fix” to satisfy my desires. I could even now cum up to five times in an hour….but I usually wanted to blow…

“No, not what you’re wearing. Wear these.” “God, I can’t wear those, Brian. I’d be a walking advert for ‘Just bend me over and fuck me,’ if I wore those downtown this evening.” Brian just gave me a hard stare. And of course he was right. After three hard double-shift days of work, that was exactly what I was going down to Key West’s Duval Street gay strip to do—to get fucked. I took the mesh bikini briefs, the fishnet muscle shirt, and the tight low-rise jeans from him and struggled out of my preppy clothes and into my “fuck me” clothes. Brian, of course was already decked out in…

John and I had always joked about going out for a beer whenever he’d come in for a bite to eat. I’d never seriously thought wed actually do it, but then I never thought I’d do half the things I did with him after that night . . .. It was a night not that different from any other. After six and my shift was over, I tugged at my work clothes and tossed my heavy coat on, gearing myself up for the walk home, ’cause my car was on the fritz again. Slipping out of the back room, I found John standing at the register, paying his bill. “Hey…

I was sitting on the small two-seater outdoor setting on my bedroom balcony, with warm spring sunshine on my face, feeling relaxed with the world. I’d had a full day’s sleep which helped to reset my body clock. The comfort and quietness of my new townhouse that -massive thanks Julie and Adam for completely moving me in.- Everything was set up! Damn, I’m spoiled blessed even. I did feel somewhat refreshed, maybe a little punch drunk but not too bad, my mind well that’s another thing. “Okay Spence, time to get dressed and head out the door for a quick run,” nothing like a few hills and almost puking to…