My name is Kevin Jean Bardot and, yes, I am a sissy. Most guys of my age had matured to where they had begun to look and act like men. I was small and skinny and had no body hair to speak of other than a few sparse, very blonde hairs on my pubis. I had sex with another person for the first time when I went into the navy and was stationed in a small city...
The bus trip was a good nine hours, with all the stops in small towns, between Albuquerque and Phoenix, and it had been a couple of hours after dark before Rick had gotten to the bus station and boarded one headed for Phoenix. The quiet hours of blackness, punctuated by the lights of cars and towns passed bouncing off the ceiling and seat tops of the nearly...
It was three weeks before I saw Joey again. I had spent many nights looking for him, waiting at his bus stop, waiting for him to show up to catch his bus, only to watch the last bus of the night drive away without him. Maybe, I reasoned, he's found someone else, someone in better financial conditions, or better hung. It was clear to me the first time I fucke...
This is the true story of my first man-to-man sex. I had enlisted in the Navy, to get away from home and see what the world was about. Although I hadn't realized my feelings for the male sex at this time, the shower scene was always embarrassing. I would try my best to take a shower when no one else was around, shameful stirrings always tried to take over w...
The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
Coming out to my parents was a mistake. Well, it seemed like that at the time. It was my eighteenth birthday, three weeks before Christmas, and well into my senior year of high school. I had known for years that I was gay, even before I knew what the words "gay" and "faggot" meant, and I had confirmed it a few times with guys at school who were horny enough...
It was a late evening and I was on my way home from school after having had several late classes. Like most such nights, I was tired and just plain anxious to get home. I was at the station waiting for the bus to arrive that would take me home, and I wasn't alone. Many others were waiting for the same bus: those who also had later classes, those who had rece...
Note: All sexually involved characters in this story are Eighteen years of age or older. There is a young, gay boy, 15 year old Fernando, whose father has kicked him out (which happens way too often in real life) and CPS (Child Protective Services) have placed him with foster parents, a married straight couple. There is no direct, or implied, sexual activity...
The Elevator Rafe could hardly wait for his lunch hour to come. But he wasn't hungry for food. He was hungry for the new elevator boy. The new boy was just the type Rafe lusted after. He was short and slim; probably five-six and maybe a hundred twenty pounds at the most. And he was young. All of the elevator boys the building employed were high school seni...
I was waiting for the boarding call for my New York bus, in the Saratoga Springs terminus, when a guy excitedly told his friend, "Wow, Get a loada the Special at the coffee counter." and my cock tingled. I was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of lust that caused me to break into a hot sweat. Everyone in the terminus - male and female alike - seemed to be freak...