Gay - Page 115

So, 3 days has passed since my sexual encounter with Deimos, we've been texting a lot lately, and I got the chance to know more about him. It was a nice quiet Wednesday night, it was late, but i was still texting him

Hi, my name is Chris and right now I'm 18. Sitting right next to me is Steven and he is 17 and we live in bonny Scotland. We're both Caucasian and I have dirty blonde hair while Steven's is black

after the meal we decided that harvey and his mom should stay the night because they had a lot to drink so harvey stayed in my room with me and his mom is a guest room. harvey tired it on with me but i rejected him because he was drunk and its wasnt right

It wasn't the first time I had felt this way about Josh, but it would be the first time I acted upon my feelings..

Your friend Irena phoned and asked how I was coping without you. She told me you told her how we have sex at least six times a week. She asked if it was true if we are both bi-sexual. She was fascinated when I confirmed we were

A Real Finish All eyes were on us. Saturday night at the local race track in southern Kentucky was always a fun one

Ugh, another day at work… “I’m so sick of working at this stupid old tractor store” I thought to myself as I vaulted out of bed. I was going to be late, but what do I care? My dad is the boss, and I can get away with anything I want. I love that thought

The Pink Carnation Bill Gossage was a married man. Thirty years. In which time his wife has gone through menopause. Bill was hoping her desire for sex and the lack of a period would be a blessing. But instead it was a curse. The curse of depleted desire

After a few minutes, Gary got his breathing controlled, he looked at me, and asked if I wished to go indoors. I replied “Sure.” And headed toward the steps to get out of the pool

The long drive home After spending a week away from home, out of state visiting friends, I was glad to be heading home again in the morning. Before retiring for the night, I planned my wardrobe for the long drive I was to have the next day

I sat on the couch and reviewed the afternoons events in my head. It had felt so right with Adam, and I didn't know what to do. I wasn't gay, I didn't want to be. I layed back on the couch, trying to erase the events. I couldn't get over it, the way his mouth felt on my cock

Welcome, this is part 7 of my “Help!” series. Continuing on from Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 and part 5, I strongly recommend that you read those parts before reading this if you haven’t already done so. Enjoy..

So bored so wearied, that was Jason’s feelings

walked over to my room to get dressed… Nothing interesting happened that morning… I got dressed… Had the same… Boring breakfast as always, just a bagel and cream cheese… Was nagged by the same mother, telling me to cheer up, I only have two years of school left… Made my lunch, and got in the car

This the story of my firsts sexual encounter with another guy. I was 19 years old at the time. I had had a girlfriend for some time by then and I identified as completely straight

Another site member’s story… “Welcome to my first blog entry. I’ve been on this site for a year or so, but I just had a change of heart about something and I want to share it

I told earlier about some of my boyhood adventures, so will share an experience from my teen years. At my school we had Jr. High and High school together in the same building, so younger and older boys mixed together more, unlike at a regular Jr

so I could pull my husband into my chest and fall back asleep but much to my dismay his side of the bed was empty with just a small pillow strategically placed to confuse me, it’s goal complete as I crack open tired lids to see what had replaced my lover followed by a small huff from the revelation

I was walking on a familiar road on a hot summer day with my baggy shorts and my favorite Thundercats T-shirt to get some refreshment at a nearby local store. We just arrived yesterday to have a family vacation in one of my Dad’s childhood towns called Naga in Cebu, Philippines

Up North It was a bloody cold night and there I was standing at the end of the service station waiting. The cheapest way to get up and down the country was to hitchhike. It wasn’t the first time I had hiked and it wouldn’t be the last