When I was young, I didn't know a thing about this "type" business. I knew I liked men, but my taste ran more to loose guidelines than anything specific. Clean-cut was one criteria, although the right bad boy got me hot. Tall, average or short were fine. Athletic or normal body. Shy or outgoing. You get the idea. I was young and my hormones were raging. Nerds, surfers and jocks...front of the line. But like I said, I didn't really have a type. Even an aggie (pickup truck, Wranglers)...

I keep having more fantasies about men. Yes my bi or even my gay side is coming out more and more.
I had a dream last night that I was with an extremely hot guy in a club. We get close and he starts to kiss my neck in such a sexy way that made me so hard. I then whisper in his ear "I want to feel your cock", not knowing about his reply. Luckily, he is willing, and we run outside to the back ally. In a manic rush, I pull off his trousers and grab his smooth, hard cock. I...

I was only with her the once. I'll continue to refer to her as "Amy" for the sake of simplicity. She was with a bastard of a boyfriend and I first met her at a theater where she was auditioning for the part of Dracula's Bride. Her boyfriend played the part of Jonathan Harker.

I was attracted the moment I saw her crawl on stage, the fake fog swirling around her lithe body. Her back arched, she had a feline grace and she climbed on top of Mr. Harker with two other Brides and...

You told me to meet you at the gym and even though I thought it was a weird request, I brought a bag full of towels and spare clothes. I wasn't really sure what to bring. I felt like an idiot when everyone could tell I had no clue what to do at a gym. I could feel the stares and not seeing you anywhere was making me think this wasn't a great idea. I waited at the counter for awhile, adjusting my shorts (they kept riding up my ass) and wishing I had worn something more comfortable. I was about to...

So recently, I've decided to attempt to write stories... here's the first one so far... :) Don't be too harsh! It's just a "for fun" hobby for me :)


Sitting at home staring at the clock while pondering if this “getting out there” thing was such a good idea. He seems nice enough, has great things to offer…. And it’s only dinner, right? With an hour left until meeting at the restaurant, I decide to hop in the shower to pretty myself up and put my best foot forward....