Bill grabs his loose and flimsy cotton shorts from where he had put them on the bench and slides them up and over his cock and balls. Bill’s cockhead makes a noticeable impression on the front of his shorts. A visible penis outline as the somewhat snug shorts grab at Bill’s encased equipment.
In 1989 I was a horny 19 year-old coming to terms with my intense cravings for anal sex. This true story is about how I was able to overcome my self-consciousness about wanting to get fucked after a hot hookup with Ray, the friendly older “straight” guy who worked at the newsstand where I bought gay magazines.
As this is a true story, all conversations are paraphrased to get to the point, as I don’t remember the conversations verbatim and last names aren’t real, though first names are. Story is told to be best of my memory.
After getting blackmailed by Ken to be his suck boy. He brings his buddy into the picture. This is how I'm forced to suck not only Ken but Tony off too.
This is a true story about a guy who lost it all in his desires to have it all. Me. If you know you hate cheaters, Liars and the promiscuous please don't read. My confessions will make you hate me.
This was part of a small series of online interviews I did with people on being gay/bi, sex, and coming out. I had done a class on interviewing people to get real life stories and then thought it would be fun to apply it to something community-oriented. The people knew it would be published, although names of people/places would be changed. The first story is from Robert who lives in Florida.
Travel sometimes allows unusual, perhaps unlikely, trysts to occur. For your possible interest and pleasure, here is one such account. To be able to share it here is a personal satisfaction. I have seen fresh flowers on altars in remote places - which I took to mean that some of the old Mayan magic resides in ancient stones and can affect those capable still of responding to its power.
Another true story.
Blane was the hottest guy in town and had an ego and attitude to go with it...until my friends and I took him down several notches one night.
I live in a south city in China. In our city, motorcycle drivers are also an occupation, and the people engaged in this job are all men. They often sit on motorcycles and wait for customers at the entrance of the alley or next to the subway station. Their charges are negotiable and are often cheaper than taxis. I like to sit behind them and hold my crotch against their buttocks.
Chapter 6 will be a more detailed and emotional chapter, filled with lots of love and romance but also some sadness. My Relationship is tested in ways that it never has been before. Enjoy.