Prequel I arrived at college a naive and sheltered kid. Eight years of Catholic grammar school in the 'burbs of the Connecticut shore followed by a Catholic all boys' high school never prepared me for being on my own. A Catholic college seemed like a logical place. Close to home but far enough away that I lived on campus. It was 1979 when I moved in the New...
I wrote my first story about my first time with a guy. In the few weeks since, I've met a lot more. During this weekend just gone, a few things changed and I thought I'd put it here too. Again, I've left out any mention of names. Enjoy. ==================== I just realised that I didn't describe myself very well last time. I'm 5'9" and skinny with brown h...
It was hot and I was sweating heavily as I left the gym floor and headed for the changing rooms and the luxury of a hot steaming shower. My new fitness regime was beginning to pay off, and I had started to feel good about myself and my body after many years. I noticed him looking at me as I walked past, it was the same guy who I had seen practically every d...
The story starts out, one late afternoon, of course. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and I was planning to play a game of pool with my friend James. James is a good friend of mine, I have known him since he was 13 years old. James was smaller then I, height wise that is. When I was about 17 I always imagined what he was packing in-between his l...
The changing rooms at the gym are a funny place, in that it's the only place you see other men naked, and it is all supposed to be innocent -- we're all men together and yes we have knobs and pubic hair and buttocks, but that's irrelevant. Personally I don't pay much attention. But one day there was a guy in there who I had seen doing some weights but not re...
It was a nice warm summer night, and was at a friend's place sitting around the fire pit talking with friends. Beer was flowing and everyone was having a good time. When it got later, all had gone except the host, my friend and I. Then the host went to bed leaving the two of us. We were pretty loose, and talking about sex. Somehow, we got to talking about th...
I first met Louis Esposito when I was twenty four, with many unfulfilled fantasies about being with a guy. Trouble was, I only seemed to be attracted to straight guys. There is something about the complete impossibility of blowing and tasting a masculine, clean-cut, heterosexual boy that I find irresistible. So I was firmly in the closet...but little did I k...
Oakdale is the sort of socially conservative exurb where people go to raise their children in a "wholesome" atmosphere away from the city. Social life revolves around the town's four evangelical Protestant churches, and involvement in one of those churches is a must for business contacts. Guys like me who love cock have to be extremely discreet. On one day...
It was 1973 and I had broken up with Roy's sister and gradually saw less and less of Roy. As time went on and I developed new relationships with women I decided that for all practical purposes my time with men was at an end. It was time to settle down and concentrate on my future as a straight male. One evening I answered my apartment door to find Arthur st...
Tye woke up late in the morning with Trey's head resting on his shoulder, arm wrapped around his chest. He had to look twice to make sure he wasn't dreaming; he had really fucked Trey last night. It had been so hot…and yet now there was something else. As he looked at Trey's sleeping face, looking so sweet and childlike as he slept, he felt something stir in...