Category: Gay stories

I was just coming out at the time. Actually coming out is the wrong term because I wasn’t out. I was sneaking out. The whole point of anonymous sex was to have sex and have no one, particularly the man I’m screwing, know who I am. There’s no need for me to give my name since this is all anonymous. I still see women, fuck women, I’ll probably marry a woman. I know how to live with them and I can’t have kids with a man. Men I can just fuck and cum and leave and that’s it. And men understand that. They don’t get attached about sex the way women do. And no matter what a woman says they always get attached.

“We ever going to stop to eat?” I asked Jeff, as he maneuvered his bike past me on the narrow trail and quickly sped away.

It was a friday afternoon, and I was just off work. I sat in front of my computer and considered. Tonight was the night. I had put an ad in a website that specialized in setting up sex parties. I wanted to understand true subjugation by men, to be completely dominated and used, objectified and given no choice in the matter. I needed to be brought down to the lowest level for me to understand my humanity, for me to feel the entire sensualness of the experience. I had advertised from a couple of weeks before, and had some responses which included pictures. I wasn’t all that particular about whether these guys were good looking or not, that didn’t really matter to me, though of course there were some limits.

Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others privacy, and also because they don’t matter, but otherwise I will try to be as accurate and truthful as possible.

Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the Internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect other’s privacy, and mine, and also because they don’t matter, but otherwise I will try to be as accurate and truthful as possible.

Marty Shore hated the health club. Every time he went it was full of a bunch of old queens who should have been back home sweatin’ to the oldies. He was in his forties, but still pulled hot studs and those tasty, cream-filled twinky bois with his jet-black hair and firm hardbody when he went out to clubs. It was just a bitch that he’d succumbed to the charms of that Muscle Mary trainer when he’d decided to take advantage of the offer of a free session to check the facilities out and now couldn’t get a refund on his membership fee.

Note to the reader: In this diary I have told the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others’ privacy, and also because they don’t matter. Each entry in the diary can be read alone or as part of a series, but since I have a wide sexual appetite you may not find everything I’ve done to be such a turn on, so you may want to skip those chapters. This chapter, chapters 1 to 4 and 6 feature homosexual scenes, while chapters 5 and 7 feature heterosexual scenes.

Roger stepped out of the club into the warm, dark night. He had been hoping to find some action, but had come up dry. There was a lot of groping and a lot of random licks and bites at nipples as he’d danced, but nothing that stuck and he was horny as hell. He didn’t like the baths. There were too many old trolls hanging around and this time of night, the pickings would be even worse. Those were right out. None of his regular fuck buddies was available, either. What was a man to do? Well, tonight, he was headed back to his empty bed and a porno in the dvd player for a date with his right hand. It was going to be a long walk.

The day started out dark and miserable and stayed that way. I was so tired of rain. Don’t get me wrong, I like to strip naked and run through it just as much as the next guy, but come on. We’d had eight days of straight rain. I was beginning to think the sun had left us for green pastures.

For the next three months, the Gunny and Justin shared their room on the base, having sex at least three times a day. Justin fell in love with sucking the Gunny’s cock, but more so, he became absolutely addicted at having his ass pummeled by the Gunny’s thick cock. Every morning, Justin found himself in various positions having his ass hammered. During their lunch break, he was in the Gunny’s office, ass hiked up, and the Gunny slamming his beefy meat in and out of his more than willing bung hole. When their work day ended, the two men were in their room with the Gunny savagely cramming his cock into Justin’s magical anal kingdom. Often times, at night, they would enjoy at least two more ass pounding sessions before falling off to sleep.