He stepped forward and his skin touched mine. I could feel the hair of his chest and abdomen on my smooth back and the hardness of his manhood pressing just above my buttocks. He edged toward the bed, pushing me along as he did so. My knees hit the edge of the bed and I reluctantly bent forward.
Love is not so much blind as it is transforming. This story is written in the grand tradition of the classic film, "The Magic Cottage" for those of you old enough to remember it. Everyone who enters the cottage is transformed into a thing of beauty.
Two lifelong straight friends are constantly playing practical jokes on each other. One sets the other up with a blind date, who just happens to be a man. The results are funny and happy for all of them.
A young man reads a story that had been posted on a gay website several years earlier. He is deeply affected by it, and sets out on a journey to find the author, who seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth.
I woke up with two throbbing heads; one from the sunlight shining through the blinds hitting my hungover eyes and the other below the blankets, poking out of the fly of my boxers and tenting my sheets
On the second night of their new found hot gay sex it was Gerald's turn to get a blowjob, rimming of his ass and take Zack's cock up his virgin ass just like he had done the first night when he had services Zack's cock and ass. Would Gerald break up with his longtime girlfriend for hot sex with his best friend, very gay Zack?
"OHH! OHH!" I aggressively moan as he presses his body weight against mine, into me with the full pressure of his studly frame. He grinds roughly onto my inflated bulge; the sparks fly between us, by our closeness, as our cocks make contact through our respective fabrics. I grind back, matching him maneuver for maneuver.