Part Two: Stephen Stephen and I hadn't known each other for long: His parents had returned from abroad and he had transferred from his boarding school to my day school at the beginning of term. I had been appointed his mentor, to show him around and help him to settle in and over the next few weeks we got to know each other really well. One day, we had fini...
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My very first knowledge of what has become a long time addition to enjoying sex is likely to have been before first reading about 'locker room' and its old socks smell in Playboy Potpourri in the August 1976 issue. This is the place I remember specifically reading about this 70s sex drug, though it was not presented in that fashion exactly. It is not really...
The Three Bitches, as a good many of the older ladies of the Summerside retirement community in Melbourne, Florida, referred to Annelise, Becky, and Karen, watched with barely suppressed sighs as new fellow resident, Phil, walked between their lounge beds and the edge of the community pool en route to the tennis courts. He did his best not to do more than no...
I've added a few notes in between parts to clarify things, hope it helps ^-^ hope y'all like it. -----Virgil----- I could feel his hard on pressing against me in his sleep and it bugged the shit out of me. Every time I tried to scoot away he held me closer and pressed it against me, grinding. "Virgil, unh," He moaned, my eyes widened and I pushed him...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** As I lay there it occurred to me that I'd never been in bed with another man before. All my other same-sex encounters had either taken place on couches or standing or down on the floor or even on a staircase once. There or on the beach or out in the water or in my backyard or out...
Many of you have written asking about me and my background (including sexual experiences) although I cannot understand why you would think them to be interesting. Maybe you would like to analyze my background to see why I write about the things I do. Maybe you are just curious. OK, this is my story. I only had one homosexual experience before I became what...
It has been a year since that night at the gym. A lot has changed in my life. In finished my courses and graduated. I have a full-time career job with a tax company. I don't work at the gym anymore, but now I am a paying member. I still live in the same apartment, but now I have enough disposable income to afford my needs easily and save some extra along the...
Chapter Nine - Home for Thanksgiving In the weeks to follow, the assignments continued to be piled onto to us, and one by one we started to lose people by the curbside. As Adam's birthday and Thanksgiving approached, the first semester English class shrank from twenty-one students down to fifteen. A partial refund of tuition fees was available to those stud...
"You seem a million miles away. What has your attention—that newspaper or that Japanese maple out there? The tree is new, isn't it? Wasn't something else there before?" The questions came from Walker Sharp, the novelist, and Maxwell Ackerman's neighbor in the row of small, but very expensive, townhouses on Drayton Street, facing Savannah's thirty-acre Forsyt...