Chuck Fisher. There he was, drinking a cheap beer under the dim lights of the Groom Ramada's Bay Field Hall. I let the door swish shut behind me and when I looked again his brown eyes were right on mine. I looked back. Let him see me, let me see him. He tilted his face to the floor, sucked in the mouth of his bottle. Then he peeked back up at me. I moved o...
18-year-old Tommy was in his final year of an all boys school, with quite strict rules. He was looking forward to the summer holidays, which were fast approaching, so he could go swimming more often, be with his friends, and hopefully have sex. Being a teenager, Tommy thought about sex all the time; His raging hormones were hard to control, and he would to...
**This is my first submission - I'm open to any suggestions and comments anyone may have - I hope you enjoy it** *This story is a fantasy based on dominance and muscle in an older-younger gay setting. If this doesn't sound appealing to you, then don't read any further. All characters and story-lines are purely imagined and not based off any true facts* As...
We have all had encounters that we remember as well as those we want to forget, and this particular one has stuck in my mind, even though I have for so long tried to erase it. However, periodically I find myself remembering this eventful time in my life and as I slip back to when it all happened, it becomes as vivid as if it had just happened. Maybe I wish i...
While I have been married for several years, and enjoyed being with many different women in many wonderful ways, my awakening to sexuality began the way it does with most boys: centerfolds, masturbation, and perpetual horniness. This was a recurring trend throughout my adolescence. Turns out it had been the same for my next-door neighbor, David. He was 6 mo...
John sat at the table, slowly sipping his iced tea and watching people walk by the window. He was waiting, hoping to see if Joe would show up. He wasn't sure if he would show—he hadn't been able to talk to him directly; instead he left a message on his voicemail basically telling him he was in town for a day or so and would like to get together. In high sch...
Ch. 2: College Boy I had a hard time adjusting to college. My roommate had other friends and I didn't click with anyone in the dorm or in my classes. It was about three weeks in when I broke down. I called Gordie on his cell phone and I broke down and cried. I told him how much I missed home, my parents... and him. I told him how awful it was, how I didn't...
Ryan bolted up from his bed and tried to get his eyes to focus on the bright LED alarm clock—8:33AM. He was supposed to be up and out of the house by eight. Shit! Dressed in a T-shirt and loose boxers, he grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on quickly as he rushed out of his bedroom. He flew down the stairs, through the kitchen—past his mom a...
I had been curious about men. Never really too serious to consider anything more than a sexual curiosity about it. To this day, I cannot see myself feeling gratified with a man-to-man relationship in all aspects of life, perhaps it's the peer pressure still felt, or perhaps it's because of the affection I have for women, but nevertheless I do have a desire a...
Note: Names have been altered to protect involved parties. The big day was coming. Our school was hosting an awesome player that was sure to help our team become the unstoppable machine that would dominate our entire conference for years to come! We had a hall of fame coach in place and we had several SuperStars on our team already. This would just be the i...