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...

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...

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...

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...

This story started many years ago when my best friend and I began to become more inquisitive about sex. We found my friend's father's stash of erotic stories, and we would spend hours reading them. We would read them and head to our own homes, where I would whip my dick out and would jerk off for the rest of the night because it made me so hard. I later found out that my friend did the same. That was until one rainy day,...

The silence between me and Phil stretched on until I began to squirm in the passenger seat of his car. At the beginning of the drive, I'd tried to strike up a conversation, but Phil just kept his eyes fixed ahead, offering only an occasional grunt of acknowledgment. I'd never had trouble talking to him before. His distance made me anxious, and I had to remind myself that he was the one who offered to give me a lift. I'd s...

When I was twenty-two years old, I started thinking about guys. I found myself in gay chat rooms like “LongIslandM4M,” and stuff like that. The first thing I learned was that saying I was only twenty-two made me very popular. I liked the attention I was getting. Being only five-foot-five and an average-looking guy never really got me noticed. But just giving my age and location, everyone wanted to talk to me. The chats wo...

In the quiet embrace of dawn, a lone figure emerged from the quaint, ivy-covered cottage. The B&B's garden lay sprawled out before him, a patchwork of dewy grass and blooming flowers, not yet stirred by the day's impending activities. The young man's name was Steven, and he had the kind of unruly, curly hair that seemed to dance in the early morning light. He stepped out onto the cool stone path that wove through the gard...

Back in my room, the walls seemed to pulse with the memory of Tim's touch and the sound of the paddle. I couldn't resist the urge to touch my tender, red ass, feeling the heat and the sting of the spanking. The water from the shower was like a balm, soothing the ache and washing away the sweat of the day. As I scrubbed my body, I felt a sense of excitement building once again. Stepping out of the shower, I found the note...

Two weeks had passed since Karen and Peter McCall spent a long weekend in Chicago. Allen had not seen or spoken to Mr. Smith since his encounter with his neighbor in the park. It had also been two weeks since he had dressed as Jennifer, and he badly wanted to. The phone rang, and Allen's mother picked up the red wall phone's receiver. His sister, Marsha, who attended Southern State University, was on the other end, and hi...

The moment Dex slipped his hand into my briefs, my resistance to his advances disintegrated. His touch, so teasing, so... knowing, persuaded me to ignore the fact that he was my friend's son. My need had become a physical ache, which Dex only intensified when he freed my cock. "Oh, that is nice." His voice was practically a purr as he gazed down at my erection. Meeting my eyes again, he added, "We should have done this we...

When I arrived at the house that Friday afternoon, I noticed Dex's car parked in the drive. I was staying with my friend, Wayne, while my own house underwent renovation, and so far, the arrangement was working out well. Dex, Wayne's son, was home following his first year of college, but I hadn't seen him all that much in the several weeks I'd been under Wayne's roof. At nineteen, Dex kept busy working or hanging out with...

The morning air was crisp as the salmon river rushed by, a constant companion to the surrounding wilderness. The sun peeked over the horizon, sending shafts of light dancing through the trees as it climbed the sky. The river's banks were lined with a dense carpet of greenery that grew thick and untamed. Steven took a deep breath, letting the coldness of it fill his lungs and wake him up. He'd been here before dawn, his fa...

"Fuck yes, a surprise early dismissal!" Jesse exclaimed, fist-pumping the air as the piercing wail of the fire alarm shattered the dull hum of his high school afternoon. He and his classmates bolted out of the classroom, a stampede of sixteen-year-old angst and hormones released into the hallway. The chaotic pattern of slamming lockers and squeaking sneakers on linoleum grew as they all rushed towards the exit. As the sch...