I sat at the bar, staring forlornly at the beer in my hand. When the bartender cast me a sympathetic smile, I realized I probably looked like something straight out of a bad country song. I'd wait five more minutes, I decided. Already, I knew it was no use; I'd been sitting there for half an hour, with no reply to the text I'd sent my date. At least the place wasn't busy on that Wednesday evening. I didn't think I could s...

I'd been secretly watching our neighbor for the better part of an hour. Staring out the living room window, I got an eyeful of the man as he repaired our brick walkway. My dad was paying him to do the job, and they agreed he would also fix the wooden fence at the back of our property. "Make yourself useful to Hugh if he needs any help," Dad told me before he left for work. My mom was out of town visiting my aunt, so I was...

Christ, it was miserable outside! Not yet noon, but the humidity gave the air a swampy feel. It would soon be scorching. My wife was out of town, traveling for work, and she made me promise to water her geraniums twice a day while she was gone. Out on the patio, I caught sight of my neighbors' son heading toward their backyard pool. He was home from college for the summer, and though we always exchanged polite waves, I'd...

Alena is radiant, her smooth, milky skin glowing under the studio lights. She does a slow, sensual dance for me, and her soft, flame-colored hair flashes like the sun as she moves. “How do I look?” She asks. Surely she must already know. She’s insanely beautiful and perfectly desirable; a veritable sex kitten. She could walk into a room and have any man she wanted and some of the women too. They’d be crawling and begging...

At sixteen I was far from the cute transgender slut I am today. I had never experienced a kiss or a boyfriend. No one even knew I was transgender except for me. I hid it from everyone. To other people, I was a pretty boy, a feminine, gay sixteen-year-old who secretly dressed as a girl in private. I hid that I was transgender because my family was not supportive of me being a gay fem boy and would have freaked if I came ou...

A month after Trent and I reached our new agreement, I finished my junior year of college. I'd also quit my job at the café so I could be available to him whenever he wanted me. And it turned out that he wanted me a lot. I was soon spending more nights at his place than my own. The drastic change in my schedule didn't escape Bobby's notice, so I told my roommate I was no longer working at the café because I needed a chang...

It was late when I showed up at Trent's house, still wearing my work uniform. I'd spent my entire shift at the café trying to imagine every possible scenario that could unfold tonight. Finally, I told myself to get over my wounded pride so I could focus on giving this man exactly what he was paying for. As to why he insisted on paying me a shitload, I had no idea, but I was determined to keep my feelings out of our arrang...

I was confused, even a little uneasy, about how much I'd enjoyed that kiss. As perceptive as Trent was, he quickly sensed my conflicted emotions and tried to lighten the mood. "I made quite a mess," he said through a grin. Now that I was lying directly on top of him, his cum coated my skin as well. After I moved to lie at his side, he suggested I wash up in the bathroom while he got me a drink. A few minutes later, we bot...

A couple of weeks ago, I celebrated the two-year anniversary of no sex in my marriage. I have spent a lot of time jerking off to porn. About six months ago, I noticed I was staring at cocks a lot more. A lot of my reading here on Lush has switched to bi and gay stories. Granted, I still love women for everything about them, especially their tits. I was a breast man from day one, and I'm still a breast man. A couple of wee...

As soon as I made it clear to Trent that I was ready for more, he drew me to my feet, then guided me onto the bed. Again, I expected him to kiss me, but instead, he placed a hand against my cheek. His gaze grew almost tender while he regarded me, and I got the feeling he was assuring himself that I really was fine with going further. I decided it was time to convince him. Though I was still nervous, I realized it would do...

He stepped into the café, smiling when our eyes met. I readily smiled back, for this man was one of my best customers. He typically showed up in the afternoon, once the lunchtime rush had subsided. His order was always the same: coffee with cream, no sugar. And his tips were so lavish as to be almost insulting. Almost. I was a poor college student in debt up to my eyeballs, so I was grateful for every penny. The man strod...

Pretty Thing by Mariessa "I'll give you twenty dollars if you show me your feet." Elijah balked at the middle-aged man's comment and tried not to gag. The college student leaned backward and gaped. He nervously played with his hands in his lap with a dark blush settling over his face and spreading to his neck. His once-hard cock had softened within a snap of his fingers, shriveling up into becoming flaccid once more. A sl...

To understand this story I first must explain my high school years.  I was a guy who excelled in sports and was well-liked and known throughout my high school as well as in the community.    My biggest downfall was that I was very shy.  I could function within a group of friends who were just hanging out or watching sports, but when it came to talking with a female or giving them a compliment I just froze and would become...

 When I tell people I’m a sailor they immediately think I’m in the navy. I’m not. The same thing if I call myself a seaman. I’m one of those thousands of guys who work on cargo ships. I’ve worked on freighters and more recently on a container ship.I’ve spent almost half my life now at sea, traveling all over the world - which means I’ve had my balls drained in almost every country that has a shoreline. Rubbers full of my...