All Chapters of Tales of a gay man: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

So I had been drinking all day with my rugby team, as it got later I got more and more horny being around all these muscled and much younger studs so conveniently left the group and made my way to a 24 hour gay bar I heard of.This bar is unique in that it’s a normal bar but you also have access to a very small sauna upstairs. I’m already very drunk but order myself a double whisky and coke. There’s no one in apart from a group of young lads in the corner.As I said I’m very horny and a bit annoyed it’s so quiet, but pay my £10 to go upstairs, get changed , grab a towel and see what’s going on upstairs. Again it’s dead - in fact I’m the only one there. I decide to take a sauna , then go and sit in the communal area and watch some porn. There is a massive screen showing some guy blowing an 8 inch cock - it get me instantly hard and I quickly make myself come - being surrounded by extremely fit young men all day has had me fantasising about submitting to an alpha stud all day ,

I was doing some poking around on grindr when I got a message from a pup who is 20. We got to chatting casually and things started to spice up as we started talkin dirty and trading pics. I was getting excited as he showed me pictures of his ass which got me super hard. He was smooth and hairless with a firm, round bubble butt. He was tellin me how much he needed a man inside of him and I was ready as can be with that kind of talk. He shot me his address and I headed over to his place. What he failed to tell me was that he was living at his parents home, he told me when I got there they were out and we had time. The whole situation felt sketchy to me cause I don’t like the idea of sneaking into another mans home, cause I wouldn’t want strangers in mine when I’m away. But the temptation was too strong as I decided to trust him. We went to his room and I sat down on his bed as he got down on his knees, and started to unbuckle my pants. I was getting hard again as he pulled them down and

For the first few years of high school, Parker Manning seemed to exist only to try to cause me misery. He was, as one would expect, a popular, handsome young lad with a shock of blonde hair and an athletic frame obtained through years of sport. I'd always been rather envious of him, considering I too had spent years of my childhood in various sporting activities, and yet I remained quite skinny, perhaps even scrawny, whilst he seemed to bulge in all the right places. He was taller than me too, and had a confidence that I could only dream of. The older we both got, the more impressive the young man became, until the year we'd both turned eighteen, and he was easily the hottest and most popular guy in school. Parker had a girlfriend too, and as you'd probably expect, she was the epitome of eye candy. At first glance, they resembled a high school version of Barbie and Ken, though I'd argue that they were less plastic and potentially even better looking. The bullying had never really

This happened a few summers ago; I remember it fondly but some details are rapidly fading away which is why I thought I should put it down in writing.I had just obtained my second master’s in law and was looking for a summer internship at a court of law, as my goal at that time was to become a judge. My father knew of one of his former university friends – let’s call him Mark - from back in the days who had worked as a lawyer before making it as a judge at one of the most prestigious courts in my country. I reached out and handed my resume and got a positive answer within a few weeks. Mark wrote in a very concise, clear manner and it was clear from the few e-mails we exchanged to iron out the details of my internship that he was an articulate, sophisticated man.It was a hot month of July when my internship started. I came to the court dressed in a white shirt and tight beige pants ; that summer I had been asked at a festival if I was interested in modelling so I felt confident about

Hold tight readers don’t be busting a nut just yet! I might be sharing a few more stories make sure to follow me x x I might delve deeper? What’s the worst that can happen? A follow on book? Me getting pounded just for your perverted pleasure? As im writing this im waiting on another delivery.Might be sharing this encounter! Im waiting and ready to go. Im sure I can hear him walking along my driveway, waiting for my delivery as I sit in my chair, maybe this has a must be continued or do I keep this private