Gay Stories

A dim, dirty, sleazy arcade, smelling of sex and piss and cum and disinfectant. Finest kind. Jeff: older, big, black tee, tight faded jeans, boots and black leather jacket. Craig: younger, handsome, arrogant, the type who tops and nothing else, and never with old faggots. Craig wants a quick suck in his booth, or a willing ass for his cock. He gets more than he bargained for, more than he ever thought possible.

Young Byron has a strange sort of problem. Every night his foster parents have to lock him up in the basement of the big old house in which they live. The secrets here run deep.

Recounting one of my first hookups back in the days of Craigslist that came with a surprising ending.

Theron is in deep doodoo. His computer hardware has developed a glitch... and so has his love life. This is a tale of a troubled threesome, a lovers' triangle with sharp, sharp angles.