Later that day, I was practically running back home as all I could think about was what had happened in Duke's car earlier on. Somehow, he had been able to get me to suck his dick again after I had spent two weeks trying to forget that our first fuck ever happened. And I enjoyed and now couldn't stop thinking about it. After having spent the most of the day...
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Hi there, My name is Nathan J. Peña but my friends call me Nay. This is the story of my first time with another man and the path to my new life style. I am half Mexican and half German, I have olive colored skin, long brown hair and brown eyes. I am also six foot tall and skinny. It all started when I was 19 years old and living as a straight guy with a ho...
T Was a Bopper-A Real Show Stopper (for Dreamshell, who asked me to continue the world of T a bit longer) * A real show stopper, me, and what a rattyworld, but ace was there for me together with Sin and Trinity and we got to getting some prayer life on, for here is the adorable me, with out adolescent pimples finally at long last. Rotting world needing bl...
A couple evenings later Kim shows up at the apt looking for Eddie. "Kim, Eddie won't be here for another 90 minutes or so. Feel free to wait." I'm wearing my usual apartment attire, a pair of shorts and I'm free balling it. No shirt, pretty much naked except for my thin shorts. I direct Kim to the couch to wait. I head into the kitchen and yell out to Kim, "...
Saturday I slept most of the day recovering from my night with Bandit. My throat was raw from all the deep throating I had done. I got out of bed and grabbed a beer to cool my throat. It felt really good as the cold beer slid down my throat. I checked my stash and saw the ½ a kilo, the deering, and the spoon as well as my weed and rolling papers. I smiled....
Author's Note: Avoid this story if references to smoking cigarettes and doing drugs will offend you. I wasn't originally planning to write a second chapter, but I decided to let my imagination run wild after reading all your comments. I'll likely end this story here, but expect some similar themes from me in future works. God damn it, Mike. I can't believe...
Disclaimer: this story involves the use of ecstasy and some cocaine, as well as playing off of some fetishes (like some light water sports). If this is not your cup of tea, please move along. This story is not based in any particular city, and any similarity in names of establishments are purely coincidental. The events depicted are based off of various mome...
Seth I was embracing myself to face the questions I knew I was gonna get when meeting the family for another birthday party. Having a big family was a great thing if you needed help or someone to talk to. But sometimes it was a pain to keep up with all the parties and gatherings that was bound to happen if you were a greek-american living in a smallish town...
This story is completely true and accurate, or at least as best as I can remember it almost 25 years later... I'd always been a small kid, more brains than brawn. From junior high through early high school I was very insecure, awkward, out of place. But midway through high school I was introduced to drugs -- pot, acid, coke -- and suddenly I didn't feel so...