SubmarineBoy2005 has 7 stories published on MenOnTheNet.com's Gay Erotic Stories, including:
First, let me say that I am a shorter, blond-haired, blue-eyed white guy in my mid-thirties, but still young-looking, and a total submissive bottom. I have always liked the Ultra-Masculine: muscles, facial and chest hair, leather, cowboy gear, boots, gloves, cops, firemen, and military, but especially bikers; that look of a big strong man in his leathers with a powerful chopper between his legs...
When Sir and I returned from our night out on the town, Sir produced a blindfold from somewhere in His clothes, and placed it around my eyes. He spun me around in a circle in His living room to disorient me before stopping me and stripping my clothes off me. He had me stand there naked and instructed me to remain there and remain silent. The coolness of His home made my flesh turn to...
My parents divorced when I was a teenager. The parents of five children, of whom I was the youngest, they had been arguing more and more, so we knew it was only a matter of time. Luckily for my oldest sister, she had already left for college. The transition was harder for the rest of us. I didn't blame anyone in particular, and I was open to what course life would take. I loved both...
I was jittery with nerves as I picked up the phone and the card and started punching in the numbers. My friend Lee had known I was lonely, but, really, giving me the number of his ex, a cop named Greg? I had to wonder about this. If Greg was worth having, why was Lee not still with him? If Greg was not, then why waste my time? Still, I thought of the I. P. D. uniform, dark blue and...
In February 2002 I drove down to New Orleans with my best friend Buffy for the biggest party in the world. Every way into the city was blocked by festive parades and drunken partygoers. But after a little while we made our way to the edge of the French Quarter and found our hotel. We were amazed at the nineteenth-century architecture, the capitals over the lintels, the antique furniture, the...
The grind of college life at a private church-owned Christian school was wearing thin. I sometimes went to classes, although not religiously, I dated girls, and I gave lip service to the ideals of fundamentalism that my family and pastor espoused. But deep down I knew I was different, that I didn't fit into the mold they wanted me to fit into. I had a craving for flesh that no one else I knew...
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