Matt perused his way through my well-appointed apartment very freely. He felt very comfortable and was relaxed enough with me to feel at ease in a stranger's home. After all, we just met some two hours ago at the pool, took a naked shower together, groped each other's genitals in the lockers and made out in the car. Can this afternoon get any more extraordin...
OK. I'm pushy. I'm an abrasive, irritating, know-it-all. 'Asshole', I guess would be an appropriate - strike that, PERFECT - term for me. I'm that guy at the party you see talking in the corner, wearing a beatific smile of intellectual arrogance you want to beat into jelly. Then, as the evening wears on, I become louder and louder, drowning out everyone els...
I sunk down lower into the bath, letting the warm water swirl over my face. I sat back up, wiping the water away from my face with my hands. I let out a contented sigh and leant back against the end of the bath, my eyes closed. Seconds later they were open again, watching as he came back into the bathroom, two bottles of beer in his hand. I looked at him, a...
I lost my virginity twice, at least, and it happened during my second year at University. Both times alcohol played a big part. The first time was with the course bike - she sucked me off after a party and all I really remember was her spitting my come into a hedge. We went out for three days and I went through three condoms. I don't remember it with any fon...
Padding out of the communal shower in the apartment at Old Dominion University—ODU—that the father of Steve Tenley, a senior and the captain of the swimming team all us guys were on, rented for us, I heard the sounds of sex coming from the TV in the living room. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I padded in there to see what sort of DVD the guys had on. The...
As I sat on the swing, I found myself watching as men after man would walk into the restroom or woods and wonder what was going on this time. That afternoon I ended up getting sucked off three more times. One of the men even told me about the rest area over the hill in the same park, and of course I had to go and check it out. On walking up the hill towar...
Chapter 4: George I Become The Aggressor I was out running some errands and decided to stop at the local Bennigan's for a beer. I was surprised to see there was only one other person in the bar; he was probably my age; I nodded a greeting then sat on a stool where the video poker game is and ordered my drink. As I was sipping the cold brew I put a dollar i...
The rest room opened off the food court in the small mall across the parking lot from the Weeping Willows Retirement Apartments. Jake Sawyer stood at the urinal, cock in hand, willing a golden stream to gush forth and splash against the gleaming white porcelain. A portly, black bearded man in a plain, gray jogging suit entered, stepped up to the idle urina...
I have no sense of direction. Thomas once joked that I could get turned around driving down a dead end street with no turnoffs. But even I know that once you realize you're going the wrong way, you need to retrace your steps back to where you were really sure you were on the right track. It's not that simple with relationships. What if the problems between...
My friend Leon gave me a call one afternoon recently asking if I'd like to get in a weekend of fishing at his camp on the lake and as I'd had a few unusually stressful weeks at work it sounded like a great idea to me. I've known Leon for many years and consider him one of my best friends. To my knowledge he's straight and had never even remotely thought of h...