By wazzarello@cox.net I've only had sex with one man in my life, and that was 12 years ago when I was 19. He was a 48-year-old married man with two grown children. He was about 5'9" 190 1bs with balding hair and a black beard with some gray. Although he appeared to be a little on the chubby side, he actually had a solid thick body. I had just finished my first year of college, and since it...
Looking Back—Gay Sex Driven, Part 09 Morning made itself known brightly—I’d forgotten to close the blinds—and there was a rather large window directly opposite my bed that faced east. As soon as the sun hit my eyes, I was awake. If I’d had any preconceptions regarding Virgil’s sleeping habits, I was dead wrong…he was still sleeping soundly. I’d have bet money that he probably usually “woke...
It’s truly amazing just how easily you can get yourself tired when you put your mind to it. Actually, truth be told, after a testy day at registration and chasing books, I was ready for some sack time…and I hoped Virgil was as well…but probably for divergent reasons. I led the way upstairs to the second floor (or the first floor as mother called it—another one of her English quirks.) I...
Yeah, Blake would have been a “keeper” and for a good many weeks—maybe you could quantify it in terms of months—no other sexual conquest quite measured up—either in terms of muscle and dick size, or in terms of sheer uncanny compatibility. I certainly wasn’t giving up…but then again I wasn’t ready to settle down anyway. Blake and I were not setting up house, and we’d never discussed any...
Blake kept the air conditioning off in the room, so we both just slept naked without the bed covers. During the night the room got a bit stuffy, which only served to intensify the lingering smells of sex. I was still comfortable enough to wake, take in the smells, and then nod off again when Blake stirred. We wound up spooning each other, so in short order we were sticky and sweaty front and...
After we’d managed to contain our laughter (we didn’t manage to contain the mess) we rolled on our sides facing each other. Blake ran his hands up and down me from my thighs to my neck, spreading even more of the mess around. It felt like some sort of therapeutic massage I guess (I guess because at that point, I’d never had a massage). Not willing to be out done, I reciprocated. We were...
As soon as Blake and I stepped through the first door to the back building, we felt a blast of cold air. It wasn’t like walking out into the Artic, but it sure made the titties on both our chests perk up. (You think I wouldn’t notice that?) There was a second security door, and it got even colder. “I sure hope the maid didn’t leave the A/C on full blast. I had it turned off last night; I’m...
Well, after Bob split for Arizona, there was only one thing for a healthy and horny 19 year old to do—keep on looking for another penile playmate. Yeah, I know it sounds kind of rude, crude and calloused I guess, but that’s just the way life was at the moment. I’d not had the luxury of having had a significant partner yet. What’s more, at that age it was my other head that was doing the...
Well, that smelly night didn’t dissuade me from further exploitation—or eventually becoming a well-versed dick sucker for that matter either! Hey, you just can’t keep a hard man down, or a good man from moving on up—or something like that I guess. Well, it’s another summer night and as usually—I’ve got something important on my mind—not to be confused with impotent! Hey at 18, that damn...
I can remember my early exploration and almost nightly summertime search for other like minded gay guys. When you’re 18 and the uppermost nightly mindset is getting your rocks off, one gets almost consumed by the thrill of the pursuit. Such was the case one early summer evening. Going to University, but still living at home, presented a host of both conveniences and the obvious privacy...
It’s really kind of cool when you think back over several decades of being comfortably gay (for the most part, except for the occasional polite societal acquiescence, usually borne out of contemptuous dismissal facilitating rapid dispatch of any potential issue—yeah rapid!). Over the years, I’ve gone from delightful initial experimentation and discovery, to multiple long term relationships,...
Rick and I used to work together, and have maintained a close friendship even as our career paths have changed. I'm about 15 years older than him - I'm 45 and he's 30. We're both married, but I have sex with men a lot and basically consider myself bi if not actually gay. He doesn't talk about his sexual attitudes much, other than to brag about how hairy he is, how big his penis is, and how...
This goes a long way back. Aaron and I were in the Navy together. I was commissioning my second aircraft carrier and Aaron was a newly trained electrician on his first shipboard assignment. Young, confident and just a little arrogant he made a big impression when he arrived. Of course, the fact that he was tall, fit and attractive didn’t hurt either. Aaron and I immediately struck a chord....
I had repressed feelings for my college roommate before I came to terms with my being gay. I came out my last semester after we had both made other rooming arrangements. Knowing him to be very open-minded, we remained on friendly terms, but I did not have the stamina to reveal my feelings for him. Many of my gay friends and ex-lovers marveled at his slim strawberry blonde good looks, complete...
Halstock By Oliver Jennings, 2004 When I was in my mid-teens, a few mates and I would sometimes earn a bit of holiday money doing odd jobs on a farm near Halstock. The farmer, a guy called Blakely, was always pleased to get some extra help stacking up bails of hay or picking a few rows of potatoes, and he'd pay us a couple of quid for every hour we worked which seemed like a lot of money...
He was a freshman. The kid looked kind of lost on campus and didn’t have many friends this early in the semester. I was a junior and noticed him sitting by himself at the cafeteria table. He was cute, with longish blonde hair; about 5'9" tall and probably weighed about 125 pounds. So, I walked over to him with my tray and asked if he was saving the seat for anyone. "No," was his simple...
Burnham-on-Sea (c) Oliver Jennings, 2004 === I've known Simon since we were little kids. We were in the same class at school until we were fourteen, at which point his parents divorced and his mum took him off to live in Burnham-on-Sea with her and her new boyfriend. We stayed in contact - Burnham isn't a million miles from where I live - and regularly stayed over at each other's...
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Old Friends--New Adventure Part 2 As we kissed I thought about how long I had known Geoff and how much I was enjoying our newfound physical relationship. When the kiss was over we stayed with our arms wrapped around each other looking into each other’s eyes, our warm manhood pressed together. After a couple minutes Geoff kind of did a thrust into my crotch with his and squeezed my ass....
Geoff and I have been friends for about 30 years. We first met when we were seated next to each other in the first grade. For some reason we became fast friends. We spent our years through school together and during summer breaks. For nearly every waking hour, we were together. When the time came, I was best man at his wedding and he at mine. Now, we both have teen-aged kids. Our wives...
Steve and I had been best of friends for the last 4 years. We worked in the same place, and got to know each other pretty well. We both had a lot in common, which kept us close. Our common interests, such as sports, jazz, and photography among other interests enabled us to spend a lot of time together. We would have lunch together, go to sporting events together, get together after work for a...
Warning: If you find depictions of male/male sexual activity offensive, or if you have entered this site by mistake, get the fuck off this site. The following story is fictional. No real stories, events, or persons have been portrayed. ******** Old Friends This story begins years back, when I was in grade 4. I went to an elementary school called Oceanview. It was only about 300...
It was Friday night, another late night, 9:00 at night. I stood up from my chair, turned off the computer and walked towards the door. "Good night" I said to Jane, my seceratary as I walkied out the door. "Sleep well, sir" she said, standing up to leave. I walked down to corridor towards the elevator. I pushed the button, wanting to go to the garage. I got out on level 5 for garge...
Hot Frottage session: Clash of the Titans “Huge” is the only way I could describe his thighs, like tree trunks, monument pillars, these things were amazing. “He” is a body builder I met at my local gym a couple months ago. He was 6” 2 235 lbs of pure black muscle. His muscle had that soft puffy look like an off-season bodybuilder before they cut down on their carb intake before...
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