"Just take a deep breath." he suggested, pausing. Then, lifting his cupped hands to his chest, "Feel the air expand your chest, hold it for a few seconds, then slowly exhale." I was visibly nervous, my face was flush with embarrassment, but I did as he asked. Breathing in through my nose, I slowly filled my lungs and let the air escape my mouth. Again, I re...
Nights were becoming days, at that point in my life. Sleep until three, not even know because I threw the alarm clock away weeks before and curtains blocked out any possible light source. My childhood room felt like repression and angst compared to my dorm; instead of half-naked guys walking in front of my door with wish-fufillingly thin towels stretched ove...
Dear Reader: Some of you may have read "Still in the Closet," parts 1 and 2, and "Charlie's Nephew Goes to College." Those stories will give you some background on Charlie, Bobby, and the professor. * Coach lets most of us first year guys suit up for the games and we got good tickets for our families, so I was thrilled that Uncle Charlie was spending a we...
Sometimes I wonder what the rest of my life might have been like if a road crew hadn't been tearing up a Central City street on that morning in June several years ago. Because of the project, I was detoured around a block of a residential subdivision I hadn't been in for many years. That's when I saw the intersection of Mayflower Street with Pilgrim Road. M...
Trying to get out my experiences - but they just keep happening! Thanks for all the feedback! -------------------------- I went down to my apartment and slid into bed. I was tired but still restless. It was quite a night and I lay there thinking about what we had done. As the memory of him fucking me from behind came into my head and hearing him call me hi...
Dear Reader: This story will stand alone, but if you want to see how Bobby's uncle Charlie taught him what he needed to know about fags, you should read "Still in the Closet – Well Almost" and "Still in the Closet – Part 2." It was nothing like I had expected. I was working my ass off on the practice field. I was not going to suit up for at least two years....
Content/trigger warning: This series contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context. DUSTY I'm having a major feeling of deja vu because I'm sitting in that same spot as a week ago and slapping my salami like a maniac, same as last time. One...
This story is graphic! If gay sex, public sex or forced sexual situations offend you please do not read this story. ***Spoiler*** this story is about a homophobic cocksucking man coming to terms with himself by gay sex in public. ***** Hi I'm a married cock sucker and no, my wife doesn't know. It all started when I got turned out at a rest stop by a trucke...
"Bad luck" should have been his middle name, or tattooed on his ass if this day were any indication. His head hurt, but the pain in his side was probably worse. Oliver's ribs felt broken, but he knew from experience that they were only bruised. Didn't stop it from hurting like a suma'bitch though. Shit, freaking walking proved to be a task. In fact, i...
May 2015 I continued my secret watch of Dirk's workouts through the spaces in the floorboards. He continued to tease me by stripping naked while he lifted weights. His thick cock swayed back and forth as he walked casually around the room. I could hear his cock slapping his thighs with every step. This week, Dirk's workouts were devoted mainly to his huge...