Note: Surprisingly this is a true story that happened to me in my senior year of high school. After reading submissions on this site I was in awe at how my personal experiences were so similar. My name is Zach. I'm an 18-year-old Senior at a pretty large high school in Northern Virginia. This is a relatively liberal area but I still was not comfortable comi...
He had left me there. There I was kneeling at attention in the middle of the room, hole plugged, and eyes covered by this hood. He had walked out of the room 10?...20?...30 minutes ago? I don't actually know. The shower water shut off. My mind began to race a bit thinking of the room I saw when I turned around to suck his cock. Just a glimpse. But I saw a s...
Note: This is a follow-up to my story "The Conference." This story can be read by itself; you don't need to read the earlier tale to enjoy this one. * I caught up with Joe again at lunchtime. We were seated at a table of about eight people. Joe was the only one that I knew; he was seated beside me. After a round of introductions, we all made small talk wh...
The new boy walked up the driveway, the rain adding to the darkness, and the fog offering a welcome blanket of privacy. Ringing the doorbell, he wondered what in his 19 years of curiosity had brought him here. Was it just curiosity? Was it a search for adventure? Was it just boredom? Or was it that the high school and university bimbettes that he'd already c...
At the next day's evening practice, the last one before the state meet, Coach Holmes walked along the pool deck and over to my lane. He had a stopwatch around his neck, which was nicely buoyed by his hard chest. Once again he was clad in another speedo, this time electric blue, with a bit of a sheen on it. It neatly encased his perfectly shaped ass and accen...
We had corresponded via email for months, writing of our fantasies and of what we would do to one another if we had the opportunity and then, suddenly, the opportunity presented itself. He was in England, I, in the United States and it had appeared as though that was the way it was meant to be. Then a conference of writers was announced that would be within...
The buttplug that Sam had unceremoniously forced inside my tight asscunt had hurt like hell, but I'd enjoyed the feeling of being forced open with no warning. The little, pink butt plug wasn't very large, but it had felt like a giant donkey dick in my ass. It had flashed by in Sam's hand so quickly, maybe it was larger than I thought. It felt huge in my butt...
The deep green water swirls as lazily as dreams. The drone of insects vibrating the heavy warmth of the sullen air. Small diamonds of water glisten in among the fine hairs of his bare body as he lies beside me on the gently undulating raft which bobs on the slow tide, tethered by a limp hawser to the tree-branch overhanging us, gifting us drowsing shade. I c...
I cannot help the way I am. Philip was criticising me on my 'wayward ways' but I told him he ought to let his hair down and then maybe, he may just discover his real self. "I bet you have your secret fantasies don't you Phil? Just because I am brave enough to vent them you are jealous." He looked at me with so much hurt. Okay he was my brother and I'd jus...
* This is a fantasy of mine; no more, no less. Please don't leave negative feedback if you're surprised that it's male-on-male sex. What a trip. It's been seven days since I've been on the road already and I've had car trouble in two states, and now this. Who knew that taking this job as a sales rep would be such an adventure. I guess, with the money tha...