Your erotic stories

I was tightly surrounded on the subway train by four young toughs, and I had a cock up my heretofore heterosexual ass. How could this have happened to me?

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and my wife, Florence, and I had taken a taxi downtown to Lacey's Department Store. We needed a new bedspread as the old one was getting pretty threadbare.

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Starting a successful home business is a hard thing, that's for sure. There were many obstacles and difficulties when I started, but now the 'Watson & Co.' is a popular branding. Being an entrepreneur is not easy, let alone when the '& Co.' part of your brand is nonexistent. That's right. There is no one else helping in managing the company but myself. Alexander Watson worked solo.

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Disclaimer: I enjoy writing these stories, both for your entertainment and mine. This story involves, gay sex, non-consensual sex and bi-racial sex. If this offends you, read no further. Like most writers, I do appreciate your comments and votes. Thank you.

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For some time Dwight had told me that when the time came, when I'd reached eighteen, and if I was still interested, he'd take me to the Candy Shop for the first time. I tried to tell him that he would be candy enough for me, but Dwight was an honorable man. That's the only reason why we ever needed to discuss the Candy Shop at all.

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This is as true a story as my memory will allow. It's been quite a few years....15 or so, come to think of it. However, all of the actions are burned into my memory, and what I write of is what truly happened. The dialog, not so much. I remember the gist of what was said but, except for a few specific parts, not exactly what words were spoken. So, I'll ask your forgiveness in advance. I'll convey the gist of the dialog, but not the true words spoken.

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It was spring break of my freshman year in college, and since I was pretty low on funds I hadn't been able to join most of my friends as they headed off on the usual spring break party roadtrips. This left me with two choices - stay at school or head on home.

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Charlie was 33. He wasn't an imposing figure, standing only 5'7", weighing just at bit over 170 pounds, but he had a cute look to him. His shoulder-length blonde hair framed his slight face nicely, setting off his blue eyes. Patti, his wife, was 27, and she sported a short blonde pixie cut, which accented her basic, although attractive, face.

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The summer of 1976 was especially hot. It was late August and I was studying in the library at college but found it impossible to concentrate. Every time I looked out of the window I could see carefree people in the quad, laughing, enjoying life, making the most of the wonderful, warm weather. I felt left behind, stuck in this mausoleum reading but not taking anything in. I was feeling restless and thoughts of sexual activities were assaulting my brain.

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Just a little background on me, this may help you to understand my stories better. Then again it may not. I am a white male who grew up in the suburbs, in a nice quiet neighborhood. I went to a private school my whole life, and I guess you could say lived a somewhat sheltered life. My upbringing was a catholic one, which meant everything was a sin or wrong to do.

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I was living in a seventh floor apartment overlooking the city of Seattle. The living room had a wall of windows that allowed you to look out over downtown, Puget Sound, and the Olympic Mountains. The scene was so incredible I took down the curtains that obscured a portion of the view. I wanted to be able to look out without any of the panorama being blocked - I didnÕt give much thought to anyone looking in from neighboring buildings.

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