It's a particularly warm day as Kevin and I lounge on the couch. The sun shines through the window next to the couch, its warmth counteracting the cool breeze of the air conditioning. He's snuggled with a pillow on his chest as he watches a TV show on the projector and drinks from a glass of whiskey and ginger ale. His firm legs are across my lap, and he per...
At last I have the courage to write about my sexual experiences. All the stories are true. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. STORY 10 I have remembered an incident that happened to me some time ago. I was in my late twenties, it happened in the town I was born in. At this time I was courting a girl whose father was a landlord of a pu...
"Tom I can't, my cock is tender, my balls ache, my hole needs a minute or two." Ryan said smiling. Ryan and I got under the covers, Ryan naturally half on me, his cock now soft on my hip, his head on my shoulder, I pulled him in close and we napped for an hour. I woke needing to pee, Ryan was sound asleep, I rolled him over trying not to wake him. "Tom wha...
Connor is talking about his model trains again. It's not that I dislike trains specifically; it's just... not exactly the most riveting of subjects. Especially when you really have to pee. The sun's been blazing all day, and without air conditioning, I've been drinking water to stay cool. Probably more water than was prudent, I think wryly. I can feel my bla...
I have been recounting two close yet very seperate periods in my life in these stories. One, at the end of high school and that summer leading up to college, takes place at the end of the 70s. The other is a few years into college, in the early 80s. The former was a time of finding myself, sexually, and included a remarkable amount of straight lovemaking...
I have always thought of myself for the most part as being straight, but like so many guys who don't like to admit it had always wondered what it would be like to suck some cock. I had experimented in with some friends and guys I met from time to time. I was always told how good it was. Little did they know how much I enjoyed. I found that I really liked an...
Hair: black, long, straight as the trajectory of sinking moon on a hot summer night. Face: young, narrow eyes, stubbled, tanned by the sun of unwholesome lusts. Chest: narrow, hard, graven like pale stone. Jeans: faded, ripped, packed full where it matters. The smoke swirls and he looms in the door like a bone in the soup of desire. Behind him the night is...
Elements of this story are true. It is up to the reader to decide what is true and what is fantasy. Names are changed to protect identity. Anyone can be Robert, Patrick, Matt, and Katie. This is a bit lengthy; it involves things I wish could happen between me and my real friend for whom I still have longings. I retain all copyrights to this story. * Pa...
Chapter Twenty-Five -- Blue Pill, Red Pill "Are we playing mime?" Carter was the first to speak again, seeing that the other was busy expressing his outrage just by standing there, petrified, with an expression of absolute horrified surprise on his perfect face. Alex scrunched his nose and pulled the chair brusquely, taking a seat without being invited to...
Smooth Skater Boys at the Beach Bret called his new friend Kenny, "Hey I am heading down to the park with my skate board. Why don't you meet me there?" "Sure. I'll bring some of my panama red pot to smoke," Kenny replied. "I have some Northern California pot with me too. It is pretty good," Bret had a happy carefree sound to his voice. Bret looked down h...