Your erotic stories

All characters are over 18 years old. * Tom was like a father to me, and being more than twice my age that was understandable. He was always there when I needed help or guidance. Never overbearing, but always available when I needed him most. He gave me advice when I asked for it and an ear when I needed to vent or just talk.

read more

QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === I arrived at my office the next day to find an envelope on my desk with my name written on it in neat, if rather florid, handwriting. It read "Robert" which was slightly odd because everyone at work calls me Rob.

read more

It was a hot Saturday night in the summer of 1971 and the bathhouse was throbbing. A guy I knew from school at San Francisco State, had suggested the visit after we'd struck out with a couple of secretaries at Perry's Bar on Union Street. They'd teased us right up until closing time, and then given us the slip. We found ourselves on the sidewalk as the bar closed, high and horny.

read more

This is a true story.

Just a bit of background. I am married to a great woman. Have been for 15 years. Have three great kids. And have maintained my vows for the entire time. However when I was in College, I was quite a player. Including some bi action. Over the years I had never forgotten those times and action. I often caught myself thinking or even fantasizing about them. I am now 40. But I look a young 30. I have a cut and muscular but not a big massive body. Excellent looks, and still have a pretty full head of hair.

read more

It was a couple of days after our ‘wrestling match’ that I stopped by Jeff’s house. I was embarrassed and a little confused about what we had done, but when I got to the house he acted like nothing had happened.

read more

I've heard some people say that in college you learn stuff about yourself you never even considered. In my case that's very true. When I arrived at my dorm room on my first day of college and met my new roommate; Sam, I felt I knew myself pretty well. The geeky guy with glasses who would probably never get further than second base with any girl, and desperately trying to get a spot of popularity by being clown of the class.

read more

To satisfy my bisexual needs my wife suggested that I become a member, no pun intended, of an upmarket gay sauna. Understandably, I was rather nervous about this partly because I'd never been to one before and was unsure of the protocols and appropriate behaviour. But mainly I was nervous about my wife's reaction and the possible effects on our relationship. Fantasies are by nature and name fantastic but the reality can of course be totally different.

read more

The phone's catcall squirmed its way under the covers. The ringing passed over the hills and valleys of Aurelio's fluffy black comforter and worn green sheets. The sound found the soft corners of his skull and nestled in there, curled around itself like a small dog and settled down for the wait.

read more

The wind howled like a symphony of sick dogs trained to sing commercial jingles. Jason slumped into the ski lodge, cursing God, snow and his uncle Errol, for sending him to some god-forsaken corner of the world where they still had fresh-air and blindingly white snow, which usually came in the form of ass-freezing blizzards.

read more

I just had finished my work out. I'm 46, married with three children. I took off my clothes and headed to the shower to get rid of the sweat. When I opened the door there was no one but a boy, 18 at most. I had seen him before cause he visited, as I do, the gym every Wednesday. I couldn't help but to shoot a quick glance at his youthful cock and then took the shower right opposite his.

read more