Category: Gay stories

I had lots of adventures on my cross-country move from Los Angeles to

“By the Hitman”

He kissed me passionately for a few moments before pressing a condom into the palm of my hand. He shocked me by knelling in front of me, putting his moist lips against my growing erection. I could feel his breath on my cock through the thin layer of cloth of my Speedos. The warmth of his breath made my cock throb and jerk as I felt a drop of pre-cum forming and begin to slide from the eye of the head of my cock down my shaft…

“Let’s get out of here,” I said to my new friend. The club was

Shawn strapped on his gear and prepared himself for another patrol in one of the most dangerous cities in the United States. Standing a whopping 6’5” and weighing a chiseled 275 pounds, citizens and hoodlums alike all new Shawn very well. On the mean streets, his nickname was “Big Jack.” Even his fellow officers looked up to him as well. When they got a rough call, they felt at ease when they saw Shawn arrive as their back-up. By no means was he considered one of those types who hid behind his badge either. Shawn could handle the most heated domestic calls and by the time he left, he had the couple back in loving arms. Shawn was a friendly cop who would stop and render assistance to anyone, but the criminals all knew too well that if they challenged him in a violent way, he could answer their call with a violent onslaught! He had proven that talent on many occasion!

I hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it did. I’d been drunk and tired and that night at the party when that hot stud started groping me and feeling around my ass, I just gave in and let him have what he want. He was in the middle of eating out my ass when Billy walked in. Billy is my man. I suddenly felt so ashamed. He had such a look of disappointment on his face when he saw that guy’s face buried in my ass. I pulled up my pants and ran after him. I cried and pleaded as he called me an idiot and a bastard for what I’d done. Finally, I convinced him not to leave me, but for a week after that, he wouldn’t touch me. When I tried to cuddle or snuggle with him, he’d shove me away and give me a dark look. I would have given anything for it not to have happened and I would cry quietly after he’d gone to sleep, wishing to take back that one moment of weakness. Little did I know that he had plans for me. He would show me who was boss.

Matt dove onto the bed closest to the door. “This one’s mine, buddy-boy!” he yelped.

Hi guys, I like to introduce myself, I’m Jake’s favourite computer geek. Since meeting Jake, we have had a lot of hot times, many hot sessions of lust and rimming and it’s been truly amazing. Every time we both get together, we experience a wild mind-blowing experience that we will never forget. So with that in mind, I decided I’d really like to share with you my latest visit.

I like short guys. I think it’s a real turn on to bottom for them. Don’t know why, but there’s something about a cute little guy that just makes my dick spring to attention. My friend Jake knew about my preference and it made for some interesting evenings out with him trying to fix me up. One in particular comes to mind that I’ll never forget.

“Hey, this is a twenty-eight year old brother, 6’2″, 200 lbs of solid muscle, short buzz-cut hair, goatee and mustache, nine-inch cock. I’m looking for another Brother to be my personal bottom boy. I’m gonna send you over the moon, man. Leave me a message. Name’s Todd. Peace/out.”