Nifty Gay and Bisexual Stories

Herbert Grandpa’s Vacation Surprise

Spring break was always a fun time for eighteen-year-old Dale. Every year,
when school was closed, they visited his grandparents for the week. Besides
all the usual stuff boys expect (and get) from indulgent grandparents, just
two houses down the block Dale had a wonderful friend, Jess. They were the
same age and loved to play together. Jess was also a wonderful guide to
the area for he knew where everything was — all the great spots to go to
play and explore for this was a little town which was very different from
Dale’s own neighborhood in the great …

Rufus and Johnny interracial oral

Rufus wanted badly to join a popular fraternity on campus, but he
needed a sponsor who could vouch for his character. The only one he
knew, who was already a member, was a blond boy in his dorm named
Johnny.

As luck would have it, the two boys ran into each other in the public
restroom in the dorm. As both boys were using the urinal Rufus looked
over at Johnny and casually asked if he would do him the favor of
getting him into the fraternity.

“I’m not in the habit of vouching for black boys,” Johnny said – …

Rice and Poopy – Friday WMN

Have you ever seen a dragon in a tuxedo. Don’t laugh.
Whatever you do, don’t laugh. I just finished putting
out some unfortunate soul with a fire extinguisher and
do not look forward to doing it again.

A regal looking female muse stood on the dias, wings
fluttering in annoyance as the crowd took its own
sweet time settling down. I put the fire extinguisher
away and headed for the bar, knowing that the ceremony
would start later rather than sooner. Friday was still
licking some residual chocolate off a well built
Adonis of a muse in the back corner …

A first sexual experience

My sister’s best firend, Flora, was 19 when I was 18. It seems that
she had heard some horror story about how a girl’s first experience
with intercourse was always painful. Flora and my sister, Helen,
discussed this for a long time. Flora was planning to have her first
experiece with her boy friend and she wanted it to be perfect. So
Helen and her hatched a plot. It seems that Helen had volinteered my
services to be the first to enter Flora so as to make her first “real”
(as Flora put it) intercourse a more romantic happening. Since …

Wish – By Rachel Gumm

Leaning out of the bedroom window, Maria savoured the feel of the
ocean’s cool breeze against her skin, offsetting the sun’s relentless
heat. Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath of fresh sea air,
absorbed in the sound of seagulls and waves crashing against pebbles.
Feeling refreshed, she turned back towards the bedroom.

“Having fun?” She smiled sweetly as she looked down at her helpless
captive, Susan. She was squirming around on the freshly made bed’s
soft duvet for all she was worth, getting herself worked up into a
frenzy again. Dressed only in a white string bikini …

The Wild Threesome

It was too dressy for work. “Do you think it’s too dressy?” she asked.

“No,” I answered, smiling. “You *have* to go wild now and then.” She
smiled a relieved smile. Marie, that is. It was morning and she’d just
come into my office. The dress was too sexy–it was dark, tight, short,
and the neckline plunged. OK for the right date, but wrong for work.
Very wrong. But what could I say? And why was she wearing it?

“Dave made me wear it.”

Weird. “Looks like something Dave might like you in. I guess he’s not
the jealous type. …

Testing Women

As I have said before, I really don’t understand some women.

Seems that after neo-abolitionist made such a big deal about the sex
and meat testings that a lot of companies were offering, the ‘cool’
thing to do for a large group of women would be to have themselves sex
tested. I’m not complaining, a cash stream is a cash stream. I just
don’t follow why they would be doing this. Of course some are weirder
than others.

Case in point. A group of 5 women came in (2 blonds, a red head, one
with brown hair and a black …

A Perfect World for lesbian lovers

Exactly one Martian month later, Slurry was sitting behind her desk on the
59th floor of the Martian capital building. Her office was small and did not
feature a view, or even a window for that matter, but it was hers, 36 square
meters of real estate, equipped with a plastic desk and a computer terminal
and featuring her recently bestowed title on the door: DR. SLURRY FRAZIER –
HISTORIAN. She was as proud of that title as she was of the office itself.
Slurry was deliriously happy these days. She was about to start a family
with the man …

First Time Together (MFF)

“Relax.”

I was trying. I stood in our bedroom while Russell caressed my
shoulders, my arms. His touch was light, sensual. He traced a finger
up over my breast, up my neck, under my chin, lifting my lips to him.
A light, lingering kiss. “Relax, Sarah.”

He kissed me again, still light, but I felt his tongue. I opened,
letting him into me, tasting him. Russ wrapped me in his arms, pulling
me to him. His lips left mine and nibbled a path down my neck.

Normally I loved this. It still felt good. But I could only think of…

The sex-exam

“Number three, on the right,” said the nurse, holding a clipboard. I
started down the corridor, left to my own devices, looking at the
numbered doors. Something always makes me nervous about visiting
doctors even though this was just a routine check: the league wanted
assurance that I wasn’t going to have a heart attack during the games.
I turned the knob and pushed the door open.

It was occupied. “Oops, excuse me,” I said, backing out. Then I stared
frozen–a nurse had turned around and looked at me. She smiled at me:
her smile said *you and I are …

Dolores’s Revenge

What could have happened? The last thing I could remember was sitting
with my wife at the dinner table. I woke up groggy and stiff. It was hard
to breath and my jaw was sore. I fought to wake completely up. I looked
around. I was in a large barren room, like a warehouse. A single light
above me cast a circular pattern of illumination as though I were in a
spotlight. I was bent over some kind of padded stool and I was tied.

I realized why my mouth was sore. I had a ball gag in it. I …

Nifty Adventure in the City

This is a fictional story. It includes acts of homosexuality and
racial slurs. If you are offended by this kind of fantasy, please
search for something else to read. This story is not about or
intended for minors.

Stranded in the city late at night after I had been separated
from a car full of my buddies whom I rode in with, I ducked into
a magazine shop to keep from getting wet in the sudden downpour.
Turned out this was a sex shop and to avoid loitering I had to
buy five dollars worth of tokens and go to …

Kinky lesbian trio

I’d always been glad I didn’t have Lisa’s problem. She’s quite flat
you see: a body like a stick. She’s really quite attractive, with a
pretty face framed by short brown hair. Being a little below average
height, she reminds you of a sprite or something.

In fact, I think men like Lisa like that (well, some of them
anyway), but that didn’t stop her from worrying. She’d tell me how
lucky I am. I guess I’d have to say I am lucky–my breasts are
adequate. In fact, they are more than adequate: they’re a little
larger than normal and …

Anne was twice my age, and bisexual

Anne was twice my age, and bisexual.

I was only 18 when she picked me up in a record store. Our eyes
met from across the room, and she smiled at me; I couldn’t help
but smile back. Anne was not a great beauty, or wouldn’t be
considered so by most. But she had an honest open face, and a
bright smile. She had a strong jaw, bright eyes, and a lovely
complexion. She came and stood next to me, and asked me something
about the CD I was holding in my hand. She was about an inch
taller than …

MILF seduced a teen lesbian girl

She tells me her name is Gail. It’s a leather bash at
Chicky’s and I’m standing at the bar with my second beer and a
taco chip. She tells me her name is Gail, and then she says: “You
have such lovely hair.”
She’s very thin, tall, wasted looking, too much dark hair.
She says she runs a clothes boutique on Oak Street, but I don’t
know if I should believe her. Oak Street is swank, chi-chi, one
long block of phoniness, and maybe I should not believe her. But
why would anyone come to Chicky’s and tell a lie …