As I ate my lasagna at the dinner table, Mom and Dad were talking to Mickey about school. I used to be like Mickey, talkative, and exciting and stuff. Once popular at school. But, I went through this antisocial stage in eight grade and that was the end of that stuff, and I became more quiet and secluded. Since then my parents seemed to have forget about me,...
FYI. No sex in this chapter. ********** Hi there, I'm Peter Richardson, though to my friends I'm Pete. I'm in my early 40's now but at the time of this story I was 18. I was in high school. I wasn't the best student, in fact I needed tutoring for my English classes. Ironic really... of all the languages I took in school I was worst at the one I spoke best...
I feel like a fool. Many would say I should have seen it coming. But I didn't, and it wasn't something that crept up on me and that I might have adjusted to—although I have no idea what comes after being a stud top. Do you? Still, when it came, it fell on me like a load of bricks, because I didn't see it coming. It's a heartbreak. The hiatus may have had a...
Ben paced outside the Harris Teeter he worked at part-time. This was crazy, no, insane. Why had he said yes? Stupid so stupid. It was a bad idea from the very beginning. Going to the BDSM club, then even talking to Eric in the grocery line instead of pretending not to remember him but no, Ben was a horrible liar. He always got twitchy when he tried, so afte...
Hey Guys, So I'm writing this story because of my newfound love for chub bellies. Shout out to EightByte on Tumblr, because he is the inspiration for the first-person character. There won't be any pregnant people, at least not this chapter, because I want to do Bryce some justice. The Illuminaughty --------------------------------------------------- We...
Sleep away camp was the best. Playing with friends, swimming, color war were all the bomb. Like many campers, I was always looking for the attention of the most popular counselors, secretly wanting to be their favorite. I went to the same camp for ten years, so long that when I turned 18, I got to be a counselor myself. Joining the ranks of counselorhood wa...
Shane explodes in Special Gay Massage for Straights The five of us who ran the local gym were all gay and regular sex partners. We had shared many group sessions where we pretended to capture one of the group and subject him to fucking and torture. One of the fantasies we shared though was to do this for real and to force a good looking straight chap into j...
They exited the dance floor and made the short trip to the back area in record time. There was a code of sorts that was used to determine the availability of the rooms. It was a simple system. Colored plastic cards were hung on the door knob—red, green, and purple. The one on top determined the occupancy of the room. Green meant no one was inside. Red meant...
This is a short story, extremely short compared with previous submissions I've made. Yet, it is a truthful admission of actual events in the life of the story teller. I am the writer of the story, not the teller of it. * Being a boy in the 1950s and a teen in the 1960s opened my eyes to things I never imagined. As a boy, I played outside and mothers in th...
Back when my youthful horniness was at its peak, I found myself at a crossroads with my sexuality. I had only hooked up with girls, however, I often caught myself fighting off feelings of sexual excitement at the thought of my best friend, Ryan. While I considered myself to be straight, I felt moments of weakness in the locker room after soccer practice. A...