We pulled into the parking lot, Paul kissed me again and told me that they would pick me up at 9:30 the next night for our date and tour of the gay bars. I got out of the car and started to walk into the resort but noticed that the bar was closed and I was hungry. There is a Circle K about 2 blocks way and I decided to walk over and get some cokes and some e...
He lay in bed, looking ever so youthful as the moonlight captured his stunning face, displaying it like a priceless work of art. His jet-black spiky hair that was never messy, no matter how hard the wind blew, stuck out at odd angles where he had lain his head. His sharp high cheekbones, together with his angular jawline, framed his finely drawn sensitive fa...
Tommy and I picked up where we left off the previous week. Not sharing the details of the weekend, we ended up at his house watching another tape, stroking each other's dicks. The difference now was that I was curious to know what his cum tasted like. After we masturbated each other to orgasm, we got up to go clean off. With Tommy leading the way to the bat...
"It isn't over until it's over, fucker." Chris bumped my shoulder as he passed me, almost dumping me in the pool at the Natatorium. I'd say his expression was a mix of disappointment, determination, and more than a bit of a sneer. I said nothing, and I didn't respond to the aggression. I'm not sure I would have felt or reacted differently if I'd been just be...
There's nothing quite as dark as being out in the country around midnight on a hot summer night. Without the street lights and the neon illumination of civilization, the pitch blackness takes a little getting used to, which is why I was walking slowly and carefully down the steps of the back porch of my Uncle and Aunt's house. I couldn't see my hand in fron...
It was getting late. Harry and John had been drinking and talking – putting the world to rights – and were now both sitting on one of the sofas in John's sitting room – the easier to pass the dope pipe between them. A silence falls – not a difficult one – they are never stuck for words these two. Pleasantly pissed and mildly stoned. Harry leans back into the...
I awoke slowly, my head fuzzy with the familiar throb of a hangover. Pulling the pillow off my face, I looked around my girlfriend's bedroom. Barbara's side of the bed was vacant. What did we drink? My head ached as memories of the previous night gradually started to come together. Barbara's friend from college, Dan, had come through town on his way to a bi...
The barber's hands are quick and sure, sending dustings of red hair down the cutting cape tied around Richie's neck. "And there you are, sir," says Tom, twirling his scissors with a flourish. He holds up a little square mirror. "How's the back look?" Richie squirms as Tom spins him in his chair, prickly hair trickling down the back of his shirt. Even the w...
It was Sunday night that Mark's girlfriend dumped him, and he could barely find the energy to go to the play's first rehearsal the next morning. She hadn't been especially nice about it. They hadn't seen much of each other in the last week. Mark blamed himself for that, and he had mistakenly assumed that was why she had been acting cold all through dinner....
Near the Beginning... this is a story that is not only true, but also pretty much as it happened... I was the typical kid back in the late 60's. Never doubted that I liked girls!! Sure many nights were me and my fist stroking away in the privacy of my bedroom, but then the weekends I would go to the drive-in with my date and get laid and/or a blow job. I...