Ch. 01: The Beginning After my first year of college, I returned home for the summer to sponge off the folks and get a summer job to earn some spending money for the second year. Several of my high school buddies were in the same position, so it was not uncommon to find a handful of guys gathered at Tim's one afternoon at the beginning of summer. We were sw...
So what a day I had today! Today my Statistics professor sucked my dick, let me suck his, and what a long, thin one he has. And, he begged me to let him eat out my ass. That was an experience I have never had before. And boy we'd both be booted from Bolingbroke Christian College if anyone knew. I had this experience in a bath-house. I heard a little about...
The place smelled like tetanus. Blindfolded, naked, and pretty much tied to a pillar, smell was all I had to go on. There were other scents—urine, sweat, dust—but mostly I smelled rust and burnt metal. I figured that meant an abandoned factory. Great. Like there weren't a few dozen of those in this Rust Belt suburb of Chicago. I couldn't hear anything except...
"Maybe I'd better do this alone." Dillon paused, his key poised in the Lumina's ignition. "No way, Jamie. Ash more or less tried to ram his cock down your throat the last time. What's he gonna do for an encore, strip you down and rape you?" "Yeah, well, he was drunk last time, too." "Who's to say he won't be drinking this time?" Dillon had a point, but J...
AUTHOR'S DISCLAIMER: All participants depicted were over 18 at the time of the story. * My hands tapped anxiously on the steering wheel as I pulled off the interstate. I had met Ryan through a masturbating site a few days earlier. I had originally hoped to find a girl to hook up with (or at least fool around with), but alas, it was almost entirely guys on...
(more hallucinogenic thoughts of brain on fire, T, my man) * T counted his friends as he went to sleep—fifteen, sixteen, seventeen...and he just hugged himself oodles because he had more friends all over the world than anyone else ever had. And he was gayskee and that was fun because he had always been pops but he had never been pops like he was pops now a...
I felt a stabbing pain on the head of my cock. Steve was kneeling next to me ... flipping the head of my cock with his middle finger and thumb. "P...please" I whimpered. To my surprise, Steve smiled at me and stopped! "Time to rock and roll, slave" he was sinister, releasing the cuffs on my ankles. He led me upstairs, into the garage and to the back of th...
It was 1994. God, I was such a skater. What else could there have been in life? Nirvana, Mossimo, Vans and Eddie Bauer flannels. In Michigan there's shit else to do in a world before internet or cell-phones. Unless, of course, it's winter and the girlfriends are on some class ski trip in Aspen. Then there's nothing but listening to Smashing Pumpkins and be...
A recent Wednesday exemplified the undeniable simplicity of a bathhouse as a place for sex. I arrived a few minutes after its opening, undressed, drank a beer, went upstairs to do a hit of rush, then went down to enjoy the steambath. Men already arrived before me, a few towels already stowed in the cubbyholes along the steamroom's outer wall. Wandering in s...
I have held a secret for the past twenty or so years that no one that knows me would ever suspect. The reason I am writing them now is because I am having these urges again. You see back then I experimented in gay sex and now I am working hard to get my body back in shape to possibly do it again. Even though it was over twenty years ago, I can remember it l...