Dear Reader: This story will stand alone, but if you want to see how Bobby's uncle Charlie taught him what he needed to know about fags, you should read "Still in the Closet – Well Almost" and "Still in the Closet – Part 2." It was nothing like I had expected. I was working my ass off on the practice field. I was not going to suit up for at least two years....
That Saturday evening in late November on the occasion of my 25th high school reunion I expected to have a good time chatting with old friends, many of whom I had not seen in 25 years. Lynn Millan, a petite blond who had been my first ever date, had contacted me with a beautifully written invitation. It did not surprise me that the girl who had served two ye...
I'm your average 49-year-old guy from Indiana sitting on someone's couch in Michigan who I just met only a day ago. Standing in front of me and looking down was someone that I spoke with online only recently and he was unbuttoning his pants and smiling at me as I watched him. I'm average, just short of 6 foot tall and weighing about 175, I run every day. I...
This story is a continuation of the adventures of Mike and Will. They have already had one round of sex, then after dinner Mike had given Will another blow job. It was now Mike's turn for another release. Hope you enjoy it! * "Whew," Will exhaled while pushing up from the floor to a standing position. "That was intense, buddy, and now I hope you are ready....
The same summer my wife and I rented a place on Long Beach Island for two weeks. This is at the New Jersey shore. The place we rented was on the beach and was the bottom level of a duplex. There were three bedrooms as we anticipated having some company (my best friend and his wife) during our stay. My friend was not able to go on vacation because of a work e...
Bobby had heard all the stories about Mr. Springer, but still liked being his assistant coach for the college swim team. They traveled all over the state, and Bobby enjoyed the long drives. He didn't have to travel in the loud, hot team bus, either. Mr. Springer always insisted Bobby ride in his car. As the season wore on, Bobby began to notice Mr. Springer...
The following story is a true story: I was driving from North Carolina back to Texas, a trip I take often. I started to get tired and pulled over to check my phone to find a hotel close by. I was about 10 miles outside of a small town in Mississippi and I found a nice seemingly quiet hotel. The only rooms they had left were smoking rooms; this didn't bother...
Jimmy stopped in the middle of tomorrow. He was in his 18th summer. He had never been here before and like all strangers in a strange land, he stopped to get his breath back. Maybe tomorrow was kinder than today. It seemed the same, though. Magnets like food and air and breath and the need to see his bones knitted together in the same way, as yesterday had s...
I pulled the towel tightly around my waist and stepped through the door to the steam room. The hot, moist air was faintly scented with cedar and I could feel the sweat beginning to prickle across my shoulders. A tall, dark haired bear of a man poured a ladle of water onto the hot coals, producing a billowing cloud of steam. Walking through the clouds of vapo...
I knelt on the floor before him, naked. His pants were open, his cock was full but not hard. I scooped up his balls in my right hand, his cock in my left and ran my tongue under the velvet head. I slipped it into my mouth, sucking a little, lapping a little. How had I gotten here? I was in the mega bookstore and the books about sex were just around the corn...