By Davdar192. I’m Darren, 31, Gay and single at the moment. I am 6’3″ and slim, slightly muscular, some would say I have a swimmer’s body. I work in a large company and manage a team of salesmen; they’re all very confident and cocky, so I have to lead them with a firm hand. I’m not there to make friends, so it doesn’t bother me that they dislike me. Scott and Jim are both extremely confident, all the
Read moreBy Richard_Gilliam. I’m screwed. I was so fucking cocky I made a bet thinking there was no way I would lose. And what happened, I lost. Now my male colleagues and I are going to have to pay up. My name is Richard (Rich) Gilliam, and I’ve been the best salesperson in our region for several years. I’ve had a long history of winning. I am a winner. Or should I say, I was a winner. I graduated at the
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. Sam stood at the mouth of the alley, heart thumping harder than he liked to admit. The dim orange glow of a broken streetlamp flickered overhead, casting uneasy shadows across the wet concrete. The city buzzed behind him–cars, voices, the faint thrum of music leaking from somewhere he couldn’t see–but this alley was quieter. Quieter and darker. He remembered the last time like a pulse behind his eyes: their strong hands, the way they made him feel small
Read moreBy LilDean. “Nice shirt! Got a hot date?” Suki teased, flashing a mischievous smile. “No, just grabbing a drink with Kim,” I said, trying to sound casual. “So it is a date,” Suki chimed in with a grin. I just rolled my eyes, smiling awkwardly. Kim had been my best friend since we were kids, and it wasn’t exactly a secret that I had feelings for her. I knew she felt the same, but we’d both agreed to wait until
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. The clink of silverware and low hum of conversation filled the hotel restaurant, a polished space tucked just off the main lobby with gleaming dark wood, soft lighting, and crisp white linens. Ryan sat at a table near the window, picking at a Caesar salad, his blazer folded over the back of the chair. The late afternoon sunlight cast a golden wash over the linen, and across from him, Scott leaned back slightly in his seat, looking every
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. The examination room was small and utilitarian, designed more for efficiency than comfort. The walls were painted an unassuming off-white, with a single framed print of abstract art hung slightly crooked on one side—an attempt at warmth that didn’t quite land. Bright fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a cool, clinical glow over everything. In the center of the room sat the exam table, its padded surface covered with a fresh sheet of crinkly white paper that rustled
Read moreBy smallbutmighty. Read part 1 Here. Part 2… “Does it hurt?” I asked with a look that gave away the concern I was feeling. Much to my relief, the sissy shook his head no with a smile. At the same time, his sissy pussy winked around the two fingers that I had inserted into it, then he sighed. As the heat of his moist lining wrapped itself around my probing digits, I found his hard prostate and gave it a
Read moreBy Str8SensitiveGuy. Ten years. We were fifteen when we met and became friends. That was twenty years ago. We were seventeen when we began dating and twenty five when we got married. And now, at thirty five, we’re celebrating our aluminum anniversary, though the piece of jewelry I bought her for the occasion is a far cry from aluminum. We’re still just as good of friends today as we were in high school. Almost too good. We’re more friends than
Read moreBy smallbutmighty. I’d been stood up so many times that I wasn’t expecting much. Two times out of five, I’d answer an ad on Craigslist for gay sex and get lucky. The other three times, I’d either get no response, or even more frustrating, I’d make plans to host a hookup, and nobody would show. So when I answered an ad posted by someone claiming to be 18 years old and a virgin, I didn’t think anything would come of
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. Trevor looked around the crowded living room, a mix of anticipation and amusement playing on his face. He had insisted that Ryan invite over all their friends and family for tonight’s gathering, and here they were, a motley crew of curious and concerned faces. He saw Ryan’s parents sitting nearest the front window, his friend Julie laughing as she carried on with Ryan’s physical trainer. His brother and another friend sat on the couch. Ryan, his boyfriend, was
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