It had been three days since the last practice. Three days since Casper pressed his impressive package against my butt, got me hard as rock, then walked off all casual. Three days of trying not to read into it. I told myself I was overthinking, that he was just doing his job, that it hadn’t meant anything. But the truth was, I’d replayed that moment, like, a hundred times. I could still feel the ghost of his chest against...

When I was nineteen, my life was shattered in an instant. My dad walked in on me with my best friend—my lips wrapped around his cock, the room still smelling faintly of our shared sweat and teenage lust—and that was it. He exploded, his face turning beet red as he called me every name under the sun: disgrace, pervert. He kicked me out without a discussion, no second chance. I packed a small suitcase with whatever clothes...

I just got back from my second deployment to Afghanistan. I was 27, built like a brick shithouse from all the PT and stress, and hornier than I’d ever been in my life. Twelve months of nothing but my fist and grainy porn on a slow connection will do that to a guy. I was home on leave, visiting family for the first time in years. My mom and dad had split when I was a kid, and right before I enlisted, Mom remarried this guy...

I knew it was pathetic to be jealous of Gerald, but as I stood at the backyard grill on the Fourth of July, I found myself glowering at my neighbor's son. While I was supposed to be making sure I cooked the hot dogs just the way Mom liked, I was much more interested in watching George, Gerald, and Gerald's girlfriend. They were sitting on George's back porch, sipping from glasses of iced tea. I'd already exchanged friendl...

When I was 21 years old, I visited New York City for the very first time. I was immediately enamoured by the bigness and the busyness. It was both polished and grungy at the same time, which I absolutely loved, and I spent the majority of my trip wandering around with wide eyes, just soaking it all up. And it was during this initial, awe-filled trip that I met Bryan. He sold me my ticket to the museum I was visiting, and...

​The humid night air felt heavy against my skin, a stark contrast to the nervous chill humming through my veins. I stood on the porch of the model home, my running shoes silent on the pristine wood. I’d spent the last hour convincing myself to turn the car around, but then I saw Jamal. ​He was leaning against the railing, his silhouette imposing and solid against the glow of the streetlights. He was a few inches taller th...

July 28, 1969 I leaned against the brick in the alley, smoking my cigarette. Man, I needed a break. Frankie had called on my day off. “We’re short. Can you help?” I didn’t hesitate. I had no plans, not since I was in high school. After that, it became weird to my friends that I didn’t date. I no longer played baseball, so being too busy wasn’t an excuse any more. So, I didn’t mind coming into work. The music playing alway...

When I think about all the men and women I’ve had sex with, the ones from when I traveled for work were the most kinky. I traveled to Grand Junction for one year, one week a month. I met two different men there. The first was about 10 years younger than me; his name was Peter. I met Peter on a gay website. We hit it off right from the start. He liked older men, and at the time I liked younger men. Peter was gay; I am bise...

“Oh man, sorry!” Niklas exclaimed, and for the first time in my life I was splattered with someone else’s cum. We were both students at the Goethe Institute. I was 26, he was probably around 20 and we had spent the afternoon by the Isar river, which runs through Munich, in an area where clothes were very much optional. We were at my apartment and had been grinding our pelvises together hard, exploring each other and givin...

No doubt about it, my neighbor had me hooked. George had given me my first taste of sex, and now I wanted to gorge myself on it. For the next several days, I felt as if a low-grade but constant arousal was burning beneath my skin. Though I masturbated morning and night, I still woke up hard, practically humping my mattress. As George said, I had an itch that needed scratching. Along with providing me an outlet for sexual...

One year later, I found myself home again. My college experiment didn't go well. I travelled four states away, battled homesickness, my high school sweetheart cheated on me, my grades fell, and by the end of the year I was sent home. I never shared the elicit experience I had before I left with anyone. I was completely closeted, struggling in the locker room as I showered with my college teammates. Back home, I was depres...

I could tell it was going to be a long, long summer. The owner of my coffee shop, always on the lookout to expand his dinky little place into a massive, nationwide chain, met a guy who knew a guy that had a bar that needed a summer pop-up. In the North Fork of Long Island. Maybe you don't know the Eastern End of Long Island: take the ugliest-souled people you know, give them tons and tons of generational wealth, and put t...

When I left for work the following morning, I found myself sneaking glances at George's house. Was he still in bed, making the most of his Saturday by sleeping late? Or was he already in his kitchen, sipping coffee? Was he thinking of what we'd done last night? As for me, I couldn't stop thinking about it. During the drive into town, I kept recalling every detail of that amazing blowjob. I grew hard, my erection straining...

My clock went off early as I was lying in bed wearing a red nightie. I wanted to take a few moments to enjoy my thoughts about my time in the military. During basic training, the military provided additional opportunities to see a variety of dicks in the open showers. The best assignment was Guam. The sleeping arrangements were ideal because the barracks were in sections, and we had a community shower. A few of us worked...

Though I had the house to myself that Friday night, the place still felt too small. Growing more restless, I moved from the living room to my bedroom, where the window was open and the local Top 40 radio station played at low volume. Earlier that evening, Mom had stuck her head in my room. "Sawyer, I'm heading out," she said. "I won't be back till tomorrow morning." She was having a girls' night out with several of her co...