My name is Cole ever so recently I ran away from home and moved in with my friend Jacob. I'm 18 and have short dirty blond hair, green eyes, 5'8", with a cock that is close to 7 and a 1/2 inches long and, I have a six pack. My sexual orientation well lets just say I thought I was straight. So, I ran away from home because I just couldn't take living there a...
I live in Manhattan, in the heart of New York City. Well, almost the heart. I live on the Upper West Side, a fancy area, but I could only afford a small apartment there. Still, it costs a fortune each month in rent, but it's conveniently located, as it's near everything. Plus, I don't have to own a car. I can take the bus or the subway (or in a pinch, a taxi...
I was the first one off the plane, near enough. I had no luggage. In fact I had no keys, no money, no credit cards, only my drivers license. But I had a week and a half of vacation--and an erection. It had been two weeks since my Cyber master had allowed me to come, and now, on the day we would finally meet-I was so hard it hurt. Emerging into the airport...
My drunken Friday night encounter with Greg was my first ever gay sexual experience and I quickly decided it would not be my last. That first quickie was followed by another hour of passion later that night. We went to my room where I enjoyed Fritz's sloppy seconds willingly. I heaved myself at Greg's ass, hammering until I came hard. It must have felt good...
This gay story is based on a tale I wrote as Dreamweaver705 ("Nina"). All characters are 18 or over. ***** I was eighteen, off to my first year of college in a new town, and even more excited to be out of my parents' house, on my own for the first time. I had made arrangements for a room off-campus since my application for a dorm on campus was floundering...
Elwood Gunn was a pastor, the semi-trained, semi-legitimate, semi-genuine leader of a small religious community that met in what had once been a cinema on the Caribbean island of St Timothy. I had recently arrived and, looking to make some friends, had gone along on Sunday mornings. There was always this awkward moment when old Elwood or one of his crew aske...
Peter Russell stepped out of his car and looked up at the building before him. 'Block G, level 4, room 417,' he muttered to himself under his breath, glancing down at the key in his hand. All around him anxious parents were fussing round their kids, helping them with boxes, bags and suitcases. Pete slung his backpack over his shoulder, pulled his case from...
*Author's Notes: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor. No I do not want an editor. If that bothers you, quit reading. Yes it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people keep track of, yes it's too long, yeas it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yet its s...
I have always liked travelling in a quite unplanned way - just moving around here the mood takes me and seeing what I find. It makes you a bit vulnerable, but if you've got self confidence and a belief that you're going to be okay, surprises can be fun. On this occasion I was in Canada, which is a great place if you like nature and natural, grizzly men, whi...
The day of the match came round and the guys were really excited. There was lots of butt slaps and bear hugs, even for me. I enjoyed them immensely while pretending not to. In the evening, with the guys gone off to the match, I had time to myself. I had a long, leisurely meal in the hotel and flirted with the waiter who was a real stunner. He was really sle...