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As I was on my way to get fucked, I reflected, once again, what I was up to… I was a married guy, happily married, who liked getting fucked…by another guy. It wasn’t love, yuck. It was an extremely pleasant diversion that no one except a guy could provide. It messed with my mind when…

“Why were you down in that neighborhood at all, Aaron?” I didn’t want to sound judgmental under the circumstances—my little brother, Aaron, had dragged himself to my downtown Philadelphia apartment in the middle of the night with a tale of woe of having been dosed with a date rape drug in a bar down by…

Artemis was walking home when he saw a bar he didn’t recognize. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity to try something new, he walked inside. Sitting at the bar stool, he ordered a drink just like at any other bar. Turning around with his drink however, he noticed that there were only guys in…

This is my first story, please be a little kind. Since I’m new at this, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Please feel free to email me. Warning, this is male on male erotica. * I was worn out from a hard weeks work. At last my construction business was picking up, only I…

The following is a true story of my first guy on guy encounter: Back in my 20’s I was dating a really cute girl that lived in Los Angeles. I was in great shape back then, an avid surfer, 5′ 10″ and 160 lbs. I worked out off and on but surfing kept me in…

He is naked before me. His gym toned body is tan and beautiful. I love to see his muscles work. They writhe like ropes under his warm and smooth skin. His green eyes meet mine. He cannot contain his smile. I love turning him on. I am in a black thong. He loves the way…

It was Carl who truly initiated me into the joys of orgies and group sex. I was barely 20, he was 26. He worked at another store in the same mall as me, and I noticed him when I browsed the place on my breaks. After about six months of occasional flirtations, he came by…

In the early 1990’s, I was living in Los Angeles with a friend of mine from high school. We didn’t travel in the same circles in high school, but we were friendly. I was a jock and John played the clarinet in the band. We had a few classes together along the way. I always…

My upper body begins to shake…softly, at first, but the longer I do not respond the more violent the shaking becomes…my first thought is always the same-oh no, are we having an earthquake? When my eyes finally open I see nothing but darkness, and in that split-second between deep-sleep and alert consciousness, I imagine terrible…

It was about 3 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon, and everybody was winding down at work. Another long day inside a gray glass and steel skyscraper. My boss stopped by and looked at the paltry pile in my inbox and suggested I take the rest of the day off. Big deal, two extra hours. I…