I was never homophobic. I had a laidback attitude to life as a young man and had a 'que sera, sera,' attitude to life. After I turned sixteen, I did have a few sexual encounters with girls and had even indulged in a few wanking gatherings with other guys as we watched porn as naughty teenagers. During those tugging episodes, there was no physical contact between the guys, although I have to admit to checking out their coc...

From my earliest recollections, I always felt an attraction to both men and women. When I finally became sexually active after I turned sixteen, I also had sex with both genders. I did not have a definite preference and always felt that the homophobic aversions that my buddies exhibited, were extremely narrow-minded. I, of course, kept my bisexuality a secret for obvious reasons, but never joined in with the slurs that ab...

My mother was a late and unexpected baby, born when her brother, Roger, was already sixteen-years-old. As a result, Roger always felt like her uncle to mom. Their age variance was the only thing that made them different. Roger, unlike my mother, was successful at everything he did. In contrast, my mum was a walking shit magnet that seemed to go from one disaster to another. My unexpected birth when she was seventeen was t...

Forward: I am a great fan of Bill Bryson. Having read his book entitled, Down Under, I was intrigued by a passage in his book that dealt with his journey from Sydney to Adelaide. During the excursion, he visited a town named Young, also renowned as the cherry capital of Australia. While in this town, he encountered a store that doubled as the local pet store and porn shop, one all the most unlikely and unusual combination...

When I was sixteen, I officially met Rodney. He would never have been the kind of guy I would befriend. Although we had been in school together for a couple of years, we had never interacted. Our friendship came about when I got bullied at school one day. Bullying had always been part of my life because, being as timid and small as I was, it was as though I had a sign on my forehead inviting potential bullies to pick on m...

Robin had a magical upbringing. Not only did he have the two most incredible parents, but he also grew up in affluent surroundings. Malcolm, his father, owned one of the only privately owned distilleries left in Scotland, producing an exceptional, single malt whisky. Their customers were passionate buyers, willing to pay a hefty price for their whisky. Although Malcolm had often received unbelievable offers to buy his dis...

“Isn’t fate strange?” Caroline said as they drove off from the supermarket parking area. “What do you mean, baby?” Garth, her husband, asked. “Well, if the homeless guy that always pushes our trolley and unpacks our groceries got cleaned up, I think that he could be; extremely sexy,” she answered with brevity. “You’re not serious?” Garth replied, before adding, “He would have to spend a week in a bath of antiseptic and de...

In the village where I had lived for a year, there was a little store that sold all the essential food and alcohol one would require. Their prices were slightly higher than the supermarkets in the adjacent town that was fifteen miles away. The sheer convenience, however, negated the added expense. As I settled down to my sedate existence in this magical little enclave, I got to know all the locals one by one. I had made n...

If the story I am about to relate seems incredulous, I, as the protagonist, was far more stunned than you as it unfolded. The 12th of September was like any other day. What I didn’t realize was that it would become a life-changing experience. As my doorbell rang I walked to the door and opened it. In retrospect, I must admit that there was something very familiar about the person standing in my doorway. “Hi,” I said inqui...

Noel grew up in a conservative and religious middle-class white family. Although he did not share his family’s non-interracial sentiments, he could never befriend any of ‘the darker races,’ as his family referred to them, because that was fervently discouraged. Even worse for him was that he knew that he was gay, and this aberration was an even eviler abomination. To his shame, he had often found some of the Hispanic and...

Calvin was a junior reporter at one of the local newspapers in the city. He had only worked there for four months, and it was his first job after completing his college degree. Naturally, most of his assignments had been boring up to this point, but he knew that he had to cut his teeth and therefore, that was to be expected. After an arduous Wednesday, as he was finishing up his work at six p.m., his boss walked over to h...

Although I had an average build and stood only five-foot-nine-inches tall, my most remarkable feature was that I had an above-average cock. My nine inches was also impressively thick. I had always been versatile, but because of my dick, I invariably did most of the fucking. Gay men, as we all know, are mesmerized by large dicks, so I was popular at the saunas that I preferred to frequent. I had never liked small, effemina...

The arrival of our new neighbours was a source of great excitement, especially for me. Our family had adored the old couple, who had been our neighbours for longer than I could remember. In a street that was devoid of teenagers, especially other males, it excited me that I would finally have guys around my age of eighteen that I could befriend. The agent who sold the house also told us that a father and his twin sons woul...

Being gay, I, naturally, frequented all the usual gay hangouts. The one exception to this habit was that I often popped into a straight bar near my home for a drink. I had no delusions about the clientele, and although being there was as fruitful as a desert to a duck, the place seemed to attract the most amazing looking straight guys. As you might imagine, apart from practically drooling on my shirt, the ultimate consequ...

“He has beautiful cock,” I said, practically drooling. “Uh-huh,” my fellow voyeur said as he pursed his lips and turned up his nose. “But, he smells a bit.” The plump prissy queen, then summarily left the viewing room after his evaluation was finalized, in a plume of designer cologne. Goodness knows how this evaluation got conducted before I arrived in the room. From the muted and reflective light of the television screen...