Even without the interpretations of Messrs. Bellingwood and Phillips, I would have quickly discerned that Fred Stimson was a closeted homosexual when he arrived at college. Within the first ten pages he had described his earliest sexual fantasies and experiences. All involved males. After twenty pages it was clear that he had never had anything resembling se...
The next morning I awoke alone. I lay on the bed naked and uncovered with the sun streaming in through the window. As I looked out at paradise I felt like I had been deposited in the Garden of Eden. It was a fleeting thought however as I contemplated what might have become of my companions. I also had concerns about how Adam might feel about the all night th...
Chapter One Joe pulled out with a sigh and rolled away from me. His legs splayed and his cock lay limply on his right hip. He lazily moved one arm up over his head and grasped the brass rail of the bedpost stroking it in much the same way he had done to me only minutes before. I stayed put, my left leg tucked up to my chest, my right stretched out in the s...
(This story is a prequel to "Bobby and the Cop".) * I started my second year of college still a closeted, shy, awkward virgin. My first year of college, I never really clicked with anyone. It was my fault, of course. I was afraid to speak to people I didn't know. I was friendly with people on my floor in the dorm and with some people I shared several class...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 1 Richard Ignatius Pennington, Rip as he called himself, checked the card, and then checked the door number. 413; freshmen got the fourth floor of the dormitory. Sophomores got the third floor, juniors were on the second floor, and the se...
I was processing a recent event that had the potential to change my life. I could drive me nuts with guilt and shame or really expand me. I had spent an afternoon with a woman fuck buddy sucking cock at a nude beach in a wooded area. I had given in to an old fantasy that I hadn't known how to process. Unconsciously I had pushed it by hooking up with a frien...
Chad and I just laid there for a while, holding each other and exchanging pillow talk. It almost felt like a dream. I'd imagined that night so many times that it hardly seemed real. My ass was sore from the pounding it had gotten, and I'm guessing Chad's was too. But neither of us was complaining. After about an hour, we opened the wine Chad had brought. T...
(Thanks to Skorpan for the inspiration. I know it didn’t turn out how you wanted, but I enjoyed writing it for you, Eric) * I met my boyfriend, Nigel, when we were both sophomores at University. I’d seen him on campus, but never up close. And then once out jogging. I sort of decided to go jogging along the same path at the same time after that, just in cas...
Everything always came easy for me. Genetics gave me my looks, strength, abilities and intelligence. By the time I was ten, I'd already figured out what I was good at. I'd try new things for the challenge, but if I wasn't getting them or failed, I wouldn't try again. It wasn't out of any sense of fear or failure, but if I wasn't good at them, why bother. Bas...
Mason's House - Mason and Tyler Part Two I wake up not to a blaring alarm clock but to the presence of something warm and heavy pressing up against my puck. I'm laying on my side and I see a tan, very defined, veiny arm wrapped around my torso. My brain immediately goes to Brad as I start imagining his purple cockhead dripping with precum, just leaking...