I would come over to your house when it gets dark out. I get buzzed in and your door is cracked open. I would come inside and it's pitch black. I close your door and kneel down, and you would approach me and immediately put the colllar around my neck. Have me stand up, and pull my cock out of the top of my track pants. Using my cock to lead me, pull me to yo...
******Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old and is fictional******** ***** Chapter 4: Jason's Friend I woke up to the sounds of pouring rain and wind pounding against my window. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. The lights were still on from last night. The sheets were covering me from the waist down. I was still in my underwear and s...
John and I met in high school, he was your typical jock, all the girls wanted him, even some of the guys, but John only had eyes for one person, Jennifer, they were sweethearts from year one. John and I struck up a friendship by necessity. John needed his grades to improve or he would not graduate, John excelled at sports, but not so much in academics. I was...
Connor sat quietly in his room. A few days had passed since the bathroom incident, and he hadn't been able to focus properly in Mr. Meyer's Physics periods. Everytime Connor looked at his teacher, all he could think about was the feeling of his thick, warm cock in his hand. Every now and then his eyes would make their way to Mr. Meyer's crotch area, studying...
Located on the bottom floor of the library at the midwestern university I attended was an excellent bathroom to meet for some quick sex. It had a single stall and a single urinal and sink. It also had two entrance doors, separated by about 4 feet, at its entrance—so there was always a warning when someone was coming in, because the first door would bang open...
Brian and I weren't best friends, but we shared a love for winter sports -- especially snowboarding. Our other friends bitched about the cold. Brian and I considered it a challenge, and we were always trying to out-do each other by buying the newest designs in winter sport clothing. I had jackets, pants, and underwear made of silk, wool, polar fleece, polypr...
"I shouldn't be here." I tell myself. Standing outside the bar, garish neon lights blinking slowly in my face, I shiver and almost leave. It's loud inside - people laughing and a blare of music trying to drown everyone out. I'm standing about 15 feet away by a dead lamp post. Watching. A somewhat steady stream of people in and out, various states of dress. V...
Friday March 13th A week had passed since my weird encounter with Joe in the bathroom at Bell'Amorehad taken place. I was still thinking about the handjob I did. I couldn't seem to get it out of my head. One part of me was furious and angry and I wanted to kick myself for doing a thing like that. The other part was really confused and got excited even think...
All week long I told myself I wasn't going back to that bathroom on the small college campus again, at least not so soon. Yes, I had a great time fulfilling my gay fantasies, but I needed to be able to control my urges. Every night I felt my mind wander ... How many guys came there on a Monday or Tuesday night? Or is it only busy on weekends? I could go find...
We have all had encounters that we remember as well as those we want to forget, and this particular one has stuck in my mind, even though I have for so long tried to erase it. However, periodically I find myself remembering this eventful time in my life and as I slip back to when it all happened, it becomes as vivid as if it had just happened. Maybe I wish i...