My best friends and I made a trek to the beach for a long, three-day weekend. The four us of have been friends since college, so we are all nearly the same age, married and each with children, a couple of us even with grandchildren. It was a late summer jaunt just for the guys, a kind of macho, testosterone-filled few days where golf ruled the day and beer f...
If sex can break friendship, love can heal it. After that fateful night at the cabin, things changed rapidly among me and my friends. Darryl had not spoken a word to any of us, but me and the others had grown closer than normal male friends would ever get. It was only a week later when I found myself on the dirty carpet floor of Franz' house again, again su...
Timmy and I became friends in right when we were about to graduate high school. Timmy was a "popular" kid, and I wasn't. He was athletic and great looking, and I was a long haired, funny-looking smart kid. After graduation, we were hanging out all the time smoking pot together. Timmy had a weird habit of whipping his dick out all the time. It was obvious h...
Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years of age or older. My name is Doug, and I am a submissive cocksucker. And I just can't help myself. I tried to deny it at first, but now I want a guy to just make me suck his cock. I am 24 now, and the following are some of my adventures. It all started when I was 18 and after I graduated sch...
Submitting To My Roommate: My New Gay Life I was 18 years old when I had my first gay experience. I was at a private all male college (yes, a few do still exist), it was my freshman year and I shared a room with another freshman named Chris. It seemed that other guys could tell right away the Chris was gay but it didn't cross my mind – I was too concerned w...
I can still remember my very first experience. I was a freshman in college and horny as hell. One night I was lying there absently stroking my cock, when I remembered that seedy looking adult bookstore outside the hotel we d stayed at when I visited the school the year before. I threw on some clothes, grabbed my keys and headed out. I d love to have seen th...
Ow boy do I have an experience to share with you guys!! For those who don't follow my blog, let me fill you in on where I am. I employ a server admin (who keeps all my sites running and fixes any technical issues that are above my pay grade) who over the years has become one of my best friends, his name is Kip. Kip has visited me in Australia and each year...
Robert Craft who his friends still called Robbie returned home after his first year of college to pretty much the same life he had in high school. Though there were a few differences the nearly twenty-year old felt as if he had stepped back in time from the moment the bus arrived on Main Street. Until leaving for the state university he had spent his entire...
[Note: This story is an expansion and development of a story I came across a very long time ago on the web. I do not know the name/pseudonym of that author, but I want to acknowledge his or her role. That version of the story was very short and, IMHO, underdeveloped, but the basic idea stuck with me and planted the seed for this expanded version. -- Cyanlot]...
John sat at the table, slowly sipping his iced tea and watching people walk by the window. He was waiting, hoping to see if Joe would show up. He wasn't sure if he would show—he hadn't been able to talk to him directly; instead he left a message on his voicemail basically telling him he was in town for a day or so and would like to get together. In high sch...