All in all, my senior year of high school had been a pretty good one. I had made some new friends, joined the track team, and thankfully had finally built up the courage to come out of the closet to my parents and a few close friends. It was a big relief to feel like I could completely be myself with regards to dating, although I did occasionally have to ski...
Hey my name is Ryan. I can't believe what just happened to me. I am here on a massage table, with my chest, face and hair covered in my own cum. It was the best orgasm of my life, and it was given to me by a man. How did it all happen? It was over a year in the making. What would you see, if you passed me on the sidewalk? A pretty average guy. Dark brown h...
"Fuckin' shit. Here, take this. Not a word about the other one," Tom said gruffly, as he shoved the paper bag containing a sealed bottle of vodka over into my lap. In the same motion he was pushing the opened pint bottle under his seat. In the flashing of the blue light bouncing off the dashboard of his Dodge Ram, I could clearly make out the "oh, shit" expr...
I had the creepiest feeling I was being watched. I was sitting at the table in the small dining L of my high-rise apartment and diddling through my favorite Web sites. I liked all-male bondage fucking. It certainly wasn’t something I admitted to in my day job down on the stock market trading floor, but that’s how I unwound. In the evening, after a tough day...
What was most maddening was the waiting. Not knowing what would happen and yet, in his gut, knowing exactly what was going to happen. If thirty-year-old hunky West Point grad six-foot-three Captain Joel Campbell was going to report them, he would already have done so. Nineteen-year-old Mike Gutierrez of Cuban ancestry and built low to the ground but of solid...
I wasn't sleeping—I was dozing really—when he rolled over on top of me in the sleeping bag. I reached down for him and, not surprisingly found him hard again. He had fucked me every two hours through the night. He was in great shape, coming, I guess, from working in the woods on the mountain tops. I dutifully spread my legs, rolled my pelvis up to give him a...
Prepared to kill whatever lay in his path, he was surprised that a sharp tap to the immobile mass caused a pained grunt. Using the toe of his boot he shifted what became apparent was a man. Well a boy. He gasped softly when he came across the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Though rimmed with red they still shined like emeralds. A moan from the pitiful cre...
God. Not another three years of gym class, I thought to myself the first day of p.e. my sophomore year. I always hated it because I hated competing with all the other guys who were always so much stronger than I was. I was always the topic of everybody's jokes in the locker room. "Greg. What was THAT out there, today? Don't know how to dribble a basketball,...
Sunday September 12 1988 11:10 pm Rock You Like A Hurricane. He can't dig me. He can't. Not a gorgeous hunk like him with every girl in school crawling all over him. Not just the sluts. All the girls want him. Even some of the teachers check out his ass when he walks by. He doesn't want me. He's just teasing me, playing a game with me because he caught m...
It was the Nordstrom men's half-yearly sale and the store was a madhouse. I had decided to stop by and check out the dress shirt table. The store usually had some pretty good sale prices on designer label dress shirts and I could justify buying a couple at the discounted prices. With it being the first day of the sale the table with shirts in my size was alr...