I was a junior at high school in the mid-eighties. I was still a virgin and sexual fantasies were based on straight soft porn I saw on my parents' "hidden" VHS tapes. Gay sexual thoughts never even crossed my mind. His name was Peter. He worked with my dad and stayed at our place for a few weeks. He was at least three inches taller than my 6'1" slim but basketball-toned body and definitely much more muscular. We talked a...

I hadn't been in this new city for more than a month. Due to my job schedule and the adjustment to living here, I never had the opportunity to explore the area. On a Sunday afternoon, though, I was finally free to explore the city. Despite the fact that I began my small trip by visiting well-known public places, I was eventually drawn to a small street that led me to a previously unknown portion of the city. Many business...

There I was, on my knees, another man's cock inches from my face. As I unzipped his khakis, I could feel the heat of his bulge. His erection strained against his boxer briefs as I drew closer. For a brief moment, while I pulled his shaft into my mouth through the heavy black fabric, I realized that soon there would be no going back. I was OK with that, & let that notion leave as quickly as it had come. I was excited to cr...

"Ugh," Richard groans as soon as he walks through the door. "Hey, honey. How was your day?" Ben asks as he chopped up some carrots. "Exhausting," Richard drops his satchel onto the couch as he walks to the kitchen. He gives Ben a peck on the lips before grabbing a beer from the fridge. "How was everything at the restaurant today?" Richard asks leaning against the counter. "Everything's great except I'm a little bit behind...

I was haunted for weeks by the memory of Kalum's lust-filled kiss and the way he grunted into my mouth as he came. When I pleasured myself, alone or with Kalum, I could think of nothing but his stubbled face pressed to mine while he came so hard the ropes erupting from his thick member hit me in the stomach. Kalum seemed to have forgotten the kiss almost immediately, but it had ignited a new, all-consuming desire within m...

The part of this story that turns me on to this day is one that can only be fully embraced by knowing that before 2016, I was straight. I was straight, and tits, ass, and pussy were what filled my search feed on adult sites, at that time. I’ll keep this part short, so I’ll just quickly mention that I met a beautiful girl, Sofia, through work who I decided to ask out for a drink. She accepted and we were dating for three w...

After our trip, Kyle and I didn't see each other for a while. Our college years were decidedly over now. The leeway he'd had on money from his parents was decidedly over. We'd had vague plans to continue on as roommates after graduation, but that had been before our trip, before all that had happened and before the harsh reality of the job search had hit us. Kyle would be looking for work as a programmer somewhere and I h...

You step out of the cold and into the warm welcoming used bookstore. The air smells of hot tea and old paper. Low ceiling, soft lighting, and books in every conceivable location. Cautiously you step between old furniture and paperback piles making your way through the cozy shop. You spot a boulder of a man behind the counter watching you over his wire-rimmed glasses. His bearded Cherub face turns slightly red and then bac...

The next morning, Chad and I donned our caps and gowns, and we got our diplomas. Our families were cheering us on, and our professors were congratulating us, though Chad and I were harboring a secret that no one else knew. Chad’s ass still held my load from the night before. And my own ass held a load of Chad’s: he’d been kind enough to deposit it right before we left the house. It was really fucking sexy to feel my man’s...

It wasn’t long after that when we went to see Linda. This visit turned out to be really different from the earlier ones. She’d had to sell the house in the divorce, so now she was living in a condo. Her new place was nice and all, but it obviously wasn’t Chad’s home anymore, and most of his stuff was in storage. It was one more sign that our lives were changing, and we were all on the cusp of something new. It did feel go...

My first encounter with a guy was in a cottage near where I lived with a girlfriend. Quite a small cottage, two cubicles, and long, divided, urinal. I was just eighteen and had left home to live in a small bed-sit. I'd been to cottages a few times but always ducked out if any action was looming. That time I stayed. It was after lunch, I'd had a walk in the town and was on my way back to my digs and I went into the place,...