Bobby walked across the room to where Hal and Gil were sitting. Both of the older men hungrily eyed the slightly built pale white teenager, as he was stark naked. Naked. (more…)
My Mum left when I was young, so from then on it was just my Dad and me.
Dad is a very open and casual man particularly around the house. Because it was just the 2 of us and we are both males he never hid anything from me. From the beginning I remember if I was having a bath before bed and Dad needed to go to the toilet he would just do what he needed to do and leave. I soon did the same to him. No door in our house was ever closed. Dad was average height but very fit, he was also quite hairy, including his back and butt. He had a nice dick with a particularly long foreskin. That”s where I get my long foreskin from. From a very early age he would talk to me about growing up and how my body would change and as I got closer to reaching puberty he started talking to me about wet dreams, growing hair under my arms and around my dick, my balls dropping, sex, masturbation, the need to wash under my foreskin because we both produced a lot of dick cheese etc. (more…)
Me and my uncle Peter just laid there for a while. perfectly content in each other’s arms. we reveled in the satisfaction behind what we had just done. I started to wonder when the ‘next time’ he mentioned would be when he got up. dragging his finger through the cum on his stomach, he put that finger into his mouth and started eating the cum off of his chest. I stopped him and said “Ill do that for you”. He smiled, clearly amused.
I licked off every drop of come, taking my time and smelling the scent that was Peter. I turned my attention to his dick but he stopped me saying “save some for later”. He looked around and sniffed. “We need to clean up a bit, This room smells like come!”. I sniffed and agreed. Melanie wouldnt be too pleased if she riddled out that I had been fucking her Husband. (more…)
The night before Thanksgiving I went out to one of the local gay bars. As I walked in around 10:00PM the first thing I noticed was how many people were in there. It was a nice combination of men and women. Most of the men seemed to be of what I was looking for (gay).
I went to the bar, ordered a beer and looked around for prospects. I noticed a nicely dressed man checking me out, so I walked over to him and introduced myself. His name was Dave and he told me he thought that I looked good. I thanked him and said I thought he looked really hot. He asked if I had ever been here before and I told him no but I heard that it was a nice place. Dave and I talked and drank beer for a couple of hours when we both noticed a nicely built guy walking towards us. He said his name was Fred and asked if he could join us. (more…)
The engineer who thought up the idea of putting the spare tire for a pickup into a bracket under the truck box should have been castrated! At least that was what I was thinking as I struggled to get the rusted nuts off the bolts holding up the tire. I was in a wayside where I had stopped when I felt the tire begin to wobble just before it went flat. I had made it to the wayside and didn’t have to go through this while on the side of the highway.
I was cussing the bolts, and myself, for having such shitty tools along with me when I heard a motorcycle pull up. I looked out from under the truck and saw a pair of low cut tennis shoes sans socks, and bare legs coming toward the truck. “Need some help?” (more…)
If you ever met me, even after you got to know me well, you would never believe for a moment that I would be involved in the story I’m about to tell let alone would you believe for a moment that I was not one of the dominate males but the lone bottom in a room with four tops. Its not that I’m some kind of macho guy, but I was an athlete through college, considered good looking and never have had a problem with women to this day. Now I’m happily married and though considered “liberal” by many, I can’t think of anyone who might think I was gay—I’m not, I’m bi–let alone a submissive pleasure slave to a dominate top who enjoys sharing me with his friends. But I am and it’s a secret part of my life that I lived for years, enjoy thoroughly and can’t imagine not having. With that said, let me tell you about being the little m with a group of big M’s. (more…)
I’m out one night and go into a sports bar, order a drink and sit down. As I look around the room, I see a nice looking young man about 18 playing pool. I’ve never been with another man before, but have always been curious about how it would feel. He seems to be a pretty good pool player as he’s been holding the table for a while. I continue to watch him play and notice he has a nice ass when he bends over the table. I decide to put my quarters on the table and give him a try. We chat for a while and find that we have a lot in common as were both water lovers. As the night wears on and several drinks later he invites me to his house to see his boat. I agree and follow him home. We go in the back yard where his boat is and I notice he also has a nice pool. (more…)
When I was about 18 I used to go round to a mates house almost every Friday night and have a few beers while playing the nintendo or whatever was the games console of the mid nineties. We used to watch porn and being pretty immature we would sneak alone to the bathroom to wank off.
I had been with a couple of girls by then, but not since I was sixteen. I knew however that this friend of mine had never so much as kissed a girl, let alone tasted any pussy. As the weeks of Friday nights wore on and the drinking got more serious, I used to tease him about being a virgin mercilessly. (more…)
My brother Peter was a year older than me. He had taken a gap year before starting at university, and had been working on an urban support project in Chile. I intended to go straight to uni from school, so we would both start together. That summer I flew out to Santiago as we had made plans to tour Chile, Peru and Bolivia.
We kept well off the tourist route, traveling by local trains and busses, staying at cheap hotels and hostels. After going north along the coast we crossed into Peru, eventually arriving at Lima. We left the Peruvian capital and turned east, traveling on ramshackle trains and buses towards the Bolivian border. (more…)
Recently I went on a vacation to Canada. It was nothing special…. I had simply gone to visit a few relatives. But it turned into a trip I will never forget. The last house I went to visit was Peter and Melanie’s. They were a little dissapointed that they were the last on my visiting list, but a few ‘My favorite aunt and uncle’ comments took care of that. We talked for near days on end. They were a very talkative couple, and I could see that they were madly in love. They often kissed each other quite passionately and I could see a glimmer in their eyes when they separated. They always laughed when I got embarassed at their kissing, and they made jokes about it. I laughed too. (more…)