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Chris and I

by ryan023

May 15, 2005

Junior year of college was odd. I was coming out to myself and my friends and I was switching majors and living arrangements. I was living in a dorm- with mostly underclassmen. My RA, Chris, was also a junior and a beacon of maturity, well, and other things. He was pretty hot. Being kind of shy, I rarely instigated conversations with him, as I didn't know a whole lot about him. As the... read more


by pghwrestler

Apr 18, 2005

When I was in 12th grade, I skipped one of my classes. I thought a good place to hang out until the end of the day would be the small gym in my school, where the wrestling mats where set up for gym class. My school did not have a wrestling team. I went into the room and thought; maybe I’d take a nap. I went to the one corner of the mat and lay down, thinking I would never be disturbed. ... read more


Blue Pete

by Sebastian_Wallace

Aug 29, 2004

I first met Pete a couple of years ago when I moved to Leeds from Southampton. He'd been working for a couple of years at the medical practice I was just joining, and, being of similar temperament and having similar tastes music, food and alcohol, we naturally became friends. I remember that he was, indirectly, introduced to me even before I got to the surgery. One of the receptionists had... read more

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... read more

It's the same routine after every Greek history class. I'm sitting in my dorm room with my pants at my ankles, Greek history book on my lap and olive oil bottle at my side. I always loved Greek history. To tell you the truth, it was the Greek statues and photos that always got my attention first. The Greek and Roman sculptures are amazingly lifelike and feature some damn beautiful men. ... read more

Man, I thought I was good at soccer. But, these guys were great. They have been playing soccer most, if not their whole lives, and it showed. I am part of a small neighborhood soccer league in Los Angeles. There are about seven teams in the local area. We practice on weekends and play two games a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The guys that I play soccer with range from age 20 to... read more

My name is Brad and I work on the 87th floor of the Empire State Building, so it takes forever to get to work in the morning. But I use the time to good advantage. When I spot an attractive guy I use the "dead hand" technique. This means placing the back of my hand against his cock in a crowded elevator. Usually he will instinctively shift position. But on those occasions when I find a "live"... read more

Author: Mr. Arousal Chapter 1: A Weekend Together The acting Platoon Sergeant called the platoon to attention, did a smart about face, rendering a hand salute, and gave the morning report, “All present or accounted for, Sir!” That’s how the first day of training started for Class 119-A at Fort Sam Houston, Texas, on that mild Monday morning, April Fool’s Day, 1968. All the trainees... read more

The Gym

by muscleclad112

Jan 23, 2004

Part 1 I have been working at the gym for about two years and I would have to say that it is an excellent way to meet and watch hot guys. I normally just work as a professional trainer, but seeing how I am only 26, not a lot of people hire me. So I usually get the older people who don’t know how to use the equipment (the weights—unfortunately not mine), or the teen boys who just want to... read more

Chap 6B—Caleb’s Day Continues Controlone With no further ado Riff pulled Caleb up toward the head of the bed. The two men shared a pillow as Riff spooned behind Caleb. When Caleb felt Riff push the length of his cock up between his butt cheeks he wanted to squeal, but he withheld that response; instead Caleb reached behind with his right hand and pulled his butt cheeks further apart, so... read more


As Bryce continued to babble C took his foot off the prostrate man’s cervical vertebrae. C turned once more toward the others and pointed one finger at them. They knew instantly to stay put till he was far, far away. -------------------------------------------- C put his arm around Riff’s waist and guided him to Dottie’s parking lot. He led Riff to a stretch limo. The driver raced... read more

Chapter 4—That Night controlone It took Riff an hour to calm himself enough to do any work. He was exhausted and happy and very confused. He couldn’t think about anything but C. C was in his head; C was in his heart; C was everywhere. The more Riff thought the more he wanted to be with C; to love him; hell, to worship him. He’d never felt anything like this. He’d never imagined... read more

Made Into A Sub

by sub boy143

Nov 16, 2003

It all started when I was 21 and going to the local beat where men go to get off. I really only had one thing in mind when I went there that night, and little was I to know how real the adventure would be for me. I rolled up late in the evening and by the number of cars parked in the lot I knew for sure that it would be a good night. I wandered into the bushes and waited, feeling my dick... read more

Chapter 3—His Return On Wednesday morning Riff and Caleb stayed in bed playing till almost eight, then they got up and showered together. They went to Denny’s for breakfast. Before the girl took their order Caleb went to the counter, got three quarts of orange juice and two glasses, and brought them back to the table. He smiled at Riff, “I know how this looks,... read more

And the creeps continued to degrade him at every chance. They slapped his face and punched his balls and tore at his nipples as they fucked his mouth and ass. Then they rolled him onto his back and continued in that position. When these two finished two more came and took their place. Scott was soon covered in sweat with welts and bruises beginning to show everywhere. They went on like this... read more

Riff Branson was a junior executive at Emperor International Cruise Lines (actually three separate lines with 46 ships). He had a law degree but spent most of his time riding roughshod over the Cruise Line’s advertising department. He supervised six men and women who kept the Company constantly in the public eye. They arranged all the normal advertising, scheduled dozens of events, arranged... read more

How I Got Under Your Skin Controlone We met one dark night in a loud gay bar just outside Miami. I came to visit you a week later. You were sitting in a chair in your living room watching TV; some insipid program about other people’s lives, movie stars, pretty people. It was a hot, humid Saturday night in June; you had the A/C on low. You were sitting there in a blue pocket t-shirt,... read more

Day 4—Part 2 For his part Fat Sam blamed Scott for ruining his slave trading empire. He swore that someday he would have his revenge. Fat Sam moved his business interests into other areas of human depravity, and of course he made millions. For three years Fat Sam kept tabs on Scott. When he got word that Scott regularly crossed the border to play with a combo in a Mexican cantina Sam... read more

Day 4, Part 1 As C walked toward the airport terminal James followed, half walking, half skipping, two feet behind his left arm. The boy couldn’t stop grinning. The pilots and flight crew were twenty feet behind them, bringing up the rear. As they were about to enter the building a square shouldered man, 5’9”, 160 lbs, green eyes, with a shock of brown hair that stuck up and seemed to... read more

Patrick was a bartender at a club not far from my work. I had seen him around the neighborhood in the past. He was amazing looking. One evening, after work I stopped in his bar, and was pleased to see him behind the counter. There were only two other men inside, off to the back, talking softly. He motioned me over, and I ordered. He was quick to start conversation, and we hit it off right... read more

Well, One Has To Start Somewhere Thinking back on my early experimentation with sex, as I became “aware” of my body and its needs, pleasures and methodology of gratification, I recall that I was always both interested and thankful for my discovery of frottage. At the time, I’d never even heard of the word, and certainly wasn’t an authority on the subject. It was just that age of sexual... read more

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... read more

Ramel was a good friend of mine for as long as I can remember. We used to hang out just about every other day when we were younger. Now we see each other about once a week. Ramel was gorgeous; he grew up from the old soup bowl haircut he had when he was younger and skinnier. Now he's about 5’10’ tall, a deep dark tan, and jet black buzzed short hair. He has a super sexy goatee to go along... read more

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