Gay, lesbian and straight erotic stories

Jacques came to visit me this evening, very sad; his girlfriend just dumped him, and he's disillusioned. Sitting on the couch, we discuss this and that, and tasting good bourbon, when he says to me: "I'm going home, it's getting late."- Do you want to go home after what we drank? I'm not letting you leave like that, you're going to sleep here. Tomorrow is Saturday, you're not working.- You're right, but you only have one bed... - Do you mind sleeping with an old friend? Are you afraid that I will see the rest

That day, I had decided to take a long walk. My choice was fixed on a river which runs in the Cévennes, and to go up its course as far as possible, until the mountains from which it emerges. So here I am along this nice stream. I had been walking for a while now and approaching the hills when suddenly my gaze moved further to the shore, discovering a human body, naked, lying on its side. Approaching, wondering if he was alive, I saw a backpack, and the man, for it was, was lying on a blanket. A see the rest