My name is Jesse, and I am openly bisexual. A masculine bisexual. I come from a family were nobody really cares about your sexual orientation so, as soon as I turned 14, I knew it would be alright to have sex with girls AND with boys. I was a very premature guy, so I had my first gay experience when I was 15 with one of my friend who was 2 months younger tha...
This story is a treasure memory. I took to the gym in my late teens, having been a fat kid. Fat kids were rare in those days. I guess that being more numerous now, perhaps there is less stigma attached to being "The fat kid", maybe not but when I see so many obese children waddling about the supermarket and I remember how much effort it has taken to recover...
Blowies in the Bathroom The morning of the wedding had been way too hectic for Nick. He'd woken up early, showered vigorously, ironed the shit out of his clothes, went through half of a lint-roller and spayed himself with so much cologne he was sure that people in airplanes overhead would be able to detect his movements by smell alone. The drive to Francis'...
I left with a spring in my step and headed to my place. It was getting late and I grabbed a bite on the way home. Soon I was at my place studying and when I got tired, I flopped on my bed and decided to stroke out another load before getting some sleep. *** So drifting off I'm thinking about how wild it was and how great it was to get my first amazingly h...
Please note that like all my work, this is essentially a true story and that for fantasy purposes only I have omitted the use of condoms, which always take place with people other than my long term boyfriend. Thanks. *************** When we first moved here to France from the UK we had lots to sort out and even though it's a small town, finding handyman a...
How I came to these circumstances is not germane to my tale. Suffice it to say, that at the age of retirement, I find myself on the road with no family, friends, or prospects and nothing but the clothes on my back and in my knapsack and $100 cash in my wallet. I got a lift to a large truck stop, where I hoped to find a ride out west. I was able to spring fo...
"They say you can survive high school. Well, perhaps not. A homage to slashers, everything Lynchian, high schools, crime and punishment, sex and conservatism, popular culture and romance, this loosely written and casually spun novella takes you into the repressed and the debauched, the murders and the laughs, the families and the friends of a good ole Amer...
We had all turned 18 and it was the end of my senior year in high school and I was acting as equipment manager for the base ball team. My job was(gofer, lackey etc) to take care of all the balls and bats, gloves and other stuff. I shared that responsibility with another guy, he was a book worm type and took care of paperwork and light hauling. The extra par...
The sun had just come out when I finally could make out what was happening in the apartment building across the street. I gasped when I saw the actions taking place. By the window I could see the man who I've met on occasion, his name is Gavin. A nice old man with a nice sturdy body. He was by the window head back in the sun as another older man who I've nev...
There we sat, tied by the grip of strong hands accustomed to holding golf clubs, basketballs, and softball bats. We were further tied by the inseparable bond of those who have exchanged body fluids in passion. My heart was coming back to a regular beat and my mind was coming to grips with what had just happened. I knew that I had just crossed some importan...