When I woke up Rocky had gone but the smell of cum was still lingering in the air. Checking the time, I saw it was close to midday already. "Fucking really takes it's out of me!" I muttered before dreaming about my dumb jocks. It didn't seem real that I had the pick of three stunning football players to fuck but when rolled out of bed to see a list of ph...
Hi guys. This is my first story attempt. Be really gentle with my virgin self. Thanks to homecomingqueen for helping me with my editing. You're an Angel and l love you. All characters are over 18. Enjoy!! ***** Derek Johnston slammed the door to his '96 chevy with more force than was absolutely necessary. It was barely eight in the morning and he was al...
If anyone from Blue Evan's hometown saw the nineteen-year-old on his knees in front of a half-naked man, they wouldn't believe their eyes. He had often heard himself described as quiet and polite. Klutzy and accident-prone for sure, but most people tried to over-look that unless he had a cast or some stitches. Everyone knew that he tried his best to be extra...
I was in a real hurry to get to the library: I needed the textbooks. I was a student at the local college and my summer assignment had got way laid and forgotten about in the heady season of long summer nights. When you are 19 years old, schoolwork doesn't hold your interest for very long. If I didn't start work today, I wouldn't have a prayer of finishing...
Last night I was at one of my favorite local bars after a softball game with the guys and I saw a guy sipping brown liquor at the bar who reminded me a lot of a guy I once knew in Savannah. He had a found place in my memories because he and I had the best guy on guy sex I ever enjoyed. His name was Henry, and he worked in the library at the school where I wa...
Prologue. At twenty nine years old, I ran three jobs. I owned an alternative clothing shop on the high street, which was more of a hobby since it didn't make much money. I was a lecturer at Strathclyde university in Philosophical Studies and Human Biology, and I worked in an adult library. It wasn't intended as an LGBT library, but it soon developed in to...
Prologue. At twenty nine years old, I ran three jobs. I owned an alternative clothing shop on the high street, which was more of a hobby since it didn't make much money. I was a lecturer at Strathclyde university in Philosophical Studies and Human Biology, and I worked in an adult library. It wasn't intended as an LGBT library, but it soon developed in to...
I've decided after talking to a friend that its time I put a few thoughts down in writing, and share them. After all, what harm can it do? I've found retelling this story has rekindled a lot of memories and feelings, that I thought I'd left in the past. This is a true story about how I found myself, and how my best friend and I found each other. *****...
Jonty watched Carol walk away. Why was it that he didn't feel anything? He was eighteen, fit and healthy -- a red blooded man like any other -- but he couldn't feel the fire. She was dumping him because he wouldn't put out; he knew that he would be the butt of many a joke amongst his friends but he just couldn't do it. The news spread like wildfire and Jont...
Paul first saw him in the prison library. His name was Dexter, and Paul helped him find a book. An adventure book with words that weren't too difficult to comprehend. Paul felt a chill go up his spine when their hands brushed against each other—and he knew. Dexter was an indescribable mix of races that pretty much resolved itself into "mean." Skin that came...