In America it’s sometimes difficult to find a suitable roommate. I had to stay with a Chinese (called Chinky hereafter) and a real big muscled Black guy (Blackie hereafter). As far as my routine goes it is really grueling. I go out of home around 8 in the morning and come back 9 at night. After the whole day’s exhaustion, I feel pretty much sleepy and hit my bed after a quick jerk-off session. I did not know what’s going on between my roommates. I have my own room but they do share a room. But one day I came to know what they are up to. I came back…

If you ask me now what I was doing there, I couldn’t tell you. I don’t remember much about that day; where I was going, who I needed to see, even which direction I was headed. The only thing that stuck out was a chance sighting on the subway of the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. He was like a vision from a dream. Tall and slim with delicate, tanned and seemingly hairless flesh that peeked out of the top of a silken button-down shirt. He had a statuesque, flawless face with deep-set eyes framed perfectly in dark lashes, a strong nose and thick, plump lips.…

I fled Marty’s hot tub as soon as I came fully back into consciousness. They had left me there, hunched over in the seat of the hot tub, and were now much more interested in each other than in me. Neal was still standing there when I brushed by, and we exchanged looks. I was too exhausted and conflicted to flirt in any way, but he gave me a look that told me that he too planned to fuck me when he had the opportunity. Marty had called out to me “Great fuck. See you down here tomorrow night,” as I left, and I hadn’t bothered to retort. I had…

(This is a continuation of a series …) *** I was twenty at the time. I had started college in another city and rented a room with Mr and Mrs Summers. They were very a very nice couple in the early sixties. He was tall and in great shape for his age, with tight cropped hair and a broad chest. Mrs Summers was about 1.75 cm tall with long flowing grey hair, a great body and a wide sensual mouth. They were very welcoming, and immediately made me feel at home. I was slim back then, with slightly long brown hair and hardly any facial hair. Within short, Mr Summers…

I slowly opened my eyes, remembering what had just happened over the past 24 hours, I woke up looked at the time, it was just before 7 pm. Earlier I had decided to start getting ready for my date with Paul and John around 7:30 so I got out of bed to get started. I was going to start with a shower and because I had a bit of extra time decided to take off my breast forms and start from scratch. I showered and shaved making sure my bikini line was neat as well. A clean up inside as well as outside was in order due to the plans…

I was thirty and totally straight when I realized I like cock way more than pussy. A little bit of background first. I was not a virgin, was not molested, and did not “know my whole life” that I was gay. I had many heterosexual relationships; I had sex with women regularly and enjoyed it when I did. I was not homophobic but I was in fact very comfortable being “gay adjacent”. As a kid, when my family went to the Castro district in San Francisco, I was fascinated by the gay culture and curious about the guys’ attraction to each other. I couldn’t take my eyes off of men…

I was going to grad school in NYC. I was 27 and had never been with another man or really even considered it. Well actually, there was a time when I came onto a really close friend at home. We were sleeping in the basement of my parent’s house, when he awoke to me kissing him, he freaked and ran out the door! Not a good experience. I had started thinking about it again the last year or so, especially when my long distance girlfriend started cheating on me. She lived in a ski town, where I spent nearly 4 years being a ski bum. We broke up in a…

For the next couple of days after that incident at his house, I thought about what Sam had said and I figured that maybe I was being a little unfair with him. I realised that I should have given him a chance to explain what happened in the beginning, and then maybe things wouldn’t have got as far as it had. But, stupid me had to be in a mood and act like a girl who can’t get her own way. At least that’s what my friend Emma told me the day before. She said I should just get over it and give Sam a call. Well, I decided I…

You know those people who are just not very good friends with deodorant? You run into them once in a while, maybe in a crowd, or on public transport – bonus points if it’s on a hot day. Most people react to that by being disgusted, and honestly, I get that. Never have I thought that the smell of a sweaty man can be anything else but off-putting. That is until I ran into somebody who changed everything about that. A year ago, when I was eighteen years old, two of my friends and I started a small tech company in our hometown. We had this idea in high school…

Mr. One Fifty-Eight picks up where Chris Donaldson left off. Chris Donaldson and Justin Corvino were roommates during their sophomore year in college, which has just ended. Justin began the year by forcing Chris to suck his cock, and their daily sexual activity gradually grew into an intense, Dom/sub oriented relationship. Chris’ feelings for Justin deepened into adoration and love; he rushed his macho roommate’s homophobic fraternity in the spring, and hoped he would bond with Justin deeply enough there that his love would be returned. Chris’ bid for membership in the fraternity was ultimately rejected; it turned out that Mason Evans, Vice President of the fraternity (and Justin and…