Through my twenties, I fought off the urge to have sex with men again, I was convincingly heterosexual, waspish, and engaged to a fine, sexy lady.But we were about to have a long distance relationship, as I accepted a job offer in an Ontario university, 500 km from our home in New York. It was a research job and it sucked. I had a small apartment, and I went home alone most days,...
It all stated with a simple personal ad I saw on my college’s unofficial social web site: “Lonely man, shy, closeted, late 20’s, looking for friendship, maybe more.”“Late 20’s” made me think he was maybe a grad student or even a post-grad. And the way he described himself as “lonely,” “shy,” and “closeted” reminded me of me. I knew I was not the only gay kid on campus, I’d even seen one...
I remember the first time I had sex with a man I couldn’t believe that it was actually happening. I, Shawn, had just come home from a long summer vacation to Australia and Texas. I was so happy to be home and hang out with my friends especially Alex. Alex had been my best friend since the fourth grade and my first crush in the fifth, but didn’t really know how to tell him now. Well all of my...
The Customer/ Dexter's SagaPart 9By Joystick Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story.This story is a work of pure fiction....
The sun scorched the hiker as he crossed Fontana Dam. It was late morning and, though it was only the middle of May, the heat and humidity was already unbearable. Sweat drenched the hiker's red bandanna wrapped around his head. His mid-weight boots plodded on the asphalt. Despite his discomfort, he stopped for a moment to snap off a couple of photos of the man-made lake and the surrounding...
It all started about 8 years ago when Justin transferred to my high school. I was a freshman who was involved in everything except sports-which I took a lot of heat for, being 6'5...
After a decent run in high school of finding girls who like to have sex, especially my senior year of high school, I found myself at the bottom of the totem pole when I went to college. It was a bit of a shock. The university was one of those highly competitive New England schools that only took one out of every ten or more who applied, but I hadn't counted on the girls there being mostly...
For years there has been a little tradition at my High School where the seniors would spend the weekend after prom in The Hamptons. Although this area on the east end of Long Island is known for housing some of the biggest celebs, it is the spoiled 18 year olds that have the real fun on these beaches.It was the night of prom and I was on the way into New York City with my group of 10...
She told me that it was by the totem in the park by the water. Well guess what? I had to check it out.The first time, nothing much happen. I walked the trails, came across a few guys who looked at me in an interesting way...they checked out my crotch...then looked away. One looked at my eyes and I...
I was just starting to mow the lawn when I noticed the moving van pull up next door. The house had been empty for quite some time and I hadn't even known that it was sold. The crew moved quickly and unloaded the van full of belongings before I finished the front yard. I was young and my house was left to me alone when my relatives moved away. It was a lot to take care of as a single guy,...
Patrick was a fit bloke in his late 40’s with short scruffy brown hair. He worked as a self employed painter decorator. He had given MR Jeffery McCloud a quote a few months back to decorate a couple of rooms that were looking a bit tired. “Can I get you a cup of tea or coffee” Jeff asked as Patrick put down the protective sheets and set out the paint. “Tea please mate” Patrick replied...
Journal Entry 6/4I spent the night here at Jim's cabin. It's a nice, roomy log cabin. He passes the nicer seasons here and winters in Florida.When I arrived from the hike up, my boots and calves were caked in mud. Jim had me stand on a flat rock a few feet away from his stacks of firewood while he hosed my boots and calves with water. I had to do some complicated calculus in my head...
Journal Entry 5/16Summer with dad will be awkward at best this year. Mom and dad divorced shortly after I started my courses in August at UNH. It didn't come as a surprise to anyone. It was never a happy marriage. They didn't hate each other. In fact, we were quite happy overall. They just didn't love each other anymore. Mom and dad were always very careful to make me feel loved when I...
Slam! The sound of Jim's geology textbook closing echoed through the kitchen....
It was a cold, boring January day back in 1984 back in Des Moines, IA. Iusually work rotating shifts, so although it was the middle of the week, Ihad the afternoon off. I decided to head to the local Levi/Leather club tocheck out the action.There were only a few people around, and I sat down for a quick drink. Therewas a blond-headed man in his early thirties, sitting down a few...
I met him online. On an AOL M4M chatroom. He said he was White Jewish boy. Football player build. Blonde hair, blue eyes. A strict and total top. I told him I was still a virgin. I was. He asked if I wanted to change that. I said,...
At 18, here I was, walking the back roads of Louisiana. Not much more than the clothes on my back and somethings thrown in my backpack as I quickly was rushing out of my mother's house. She was screaming at me and quoting scriptures. Her anger was above anything I had ever seen. She told me to get out of her house and never to return.The day had started simply enough. It was January of my...
The persistent marine layer kept Saturday morning cooler than usual. Jim fastened his helmet, latched his shoes, grabbed his bike, and was out the door. He had opted for a long sleeved jersey and was glad that he did when he felt the cool, Southern California morning air as he briskly pedaled his way north. Coast Highway was Jim's favorite place to ride. Jim had ridden just about every mile...
When I was 22, enjoying the San Francisco gay scene, I got bored and turned off with the sissy scene and the pattycake pedophiles that cluttered up the Tenderloin. I became drawn to the sinister yet exciting Folsom leather scene. I liked the look of leather, the smell of it and especially the ruggedly handsome macho types that frequented the leather bars. I met a kid my own age, Danny, and we...
»Gruppe von XXL-Hengsten (32-35 Jahre) sucht belastbares, devotes Bückstück bis 20 für ausdauerndes Durchknallen. Nur schlanke Typen, nur ganzes Wochenende, keine Einzeltreffen, unsere Regeln.« – Als ich am Morgen meine Nachrichten auf Romeo anschaute, sah ich, dass das Profil mit dieser Headline mich besucht hatte. Ich hatte es vor einigen Tagen gefunden als ich mal wieder vorm Rechner saß und...
I had been working for a local housing authority where I had the contract to repair old or install new heating boilers at tenant's houses or flats. The tenant would be contacted a few days in advance informing them that I would be visiting their home to carry out the necessary work on their heating boilers. I was provided with a key to enter the property if the tenant was not home on that...
Hallo, dies ist meine erste Story die ich schreibe. Deshalb wäre ich über Anmerkungen und Reaktionen dankbar.Die Geschichte handelt von meinem ersten Mal mit einem älteren Mann und ist größtenteils wirklich so passiert.(In der Geschichte werden keine Kondome benutzt, um es etwas geiler zu machen. Dies entspricht aber nicht meiner Einstellung gegenüber Safer Sex!)Ich war gerade 18 Jahre...
It was 3 years ago when i travelled over 5000 miles to university in the small town of Brookings in South Dakota. On my first night i met one of my flatmates, even jetlagged i could tell he was hot. I wont give his really name so i'll call him Joe. He was tall and muscley, but not too much and he was German. Over the next few days and weeks we got to know each other, he told me about his family,...
I was 18 the first time I went to bed with a man. I had known since I was 10 that, while all my friends talked about girls and what they wanted to do with them, it was male bodies that fascinated me, the changing room in the gym at school was like looking in a toyshop window, even though I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with those naked bodies and cocks. Then I came across a book...
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