Touch Me! Fuck Me‪!‬

Hi, my name is Sam. Most of my friends call me Sammy. You may know me as the once closeted gay man from 5amWriterMan’s “Vacancy / No Vacancy” series of stories.

Growing up gay was never an easy task. I played the nice, dutiful, Italian son at home, who obfuscated his mother into believing that I would be married, with kids, by the time I was 25. At school and work, I played the ambiguous, single, straight man that never had time to date women of matchups set up by thoughtful yet clueless friends and colleagues. Instead, I was fully immersed into the closeted gay scene – having sex with gay men, bisexual men, closeted married men, and any other cock or ass that came my way.

Most gay men found solace in therapy. I found it by sharing my stories – 5amWriterMan being the listener of such stories. You might say he was my unofficial therapist with a clipboard strategically placed over his crotch, hiding a presumed erection that was met with frantic masturbation and multiple orgasms once I left. Part of me thinks about that hard cock pressing against the tight fabric of his pants, yearning the touch of my expert lips and a release into my tight man pussy. Mmmm…the thought of it makes me quiver…

As I bid farewell to you, and take care of my swollen, pulsating cock, I hope you enjoy the various stories that 5amWriterMan has complied as a collection of my thoughts and sexcapades before settling down and marrying the love of my life, my best friend, Peter. You can read about us in “Vacancy / No Vacancy.”

In the meantime, may you also be blessed with multiple orgasms! Touch yourself! Get f****d! Enjoy sex!