*Disclaimer: This story has sex between males and can get pretty graphic, so if you’re offended by gay sex, I have two things to say 1) WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE? 2) And that you should leave now.* Forever Young! Chapter 1 Hello, my name is Timothy Faren, but most call me Timmy. I am 25 years old and have a new job as a teacher at a local college. The reason people call me Timmy is because...
The muchachos stripped down to their bikinis before getting into the canoes. The small flotilla set off for the opposite bank of the river, to the soccer game at Boca Grande. The current was strong, sweeping us downstream, while the young men paddled furiously. I was sitting in the middle of our canoe watching Raul’s shoulder, arm, and back muscles working under his smooth, brown skin. Behind...
Well I was just twenty years old the night of this adventure. I was very new to the gay scene which was why going home with some one was such a wild adventure. Now that I am a few years older and in and on and off relationship going home with men is not as exciting as it once was but can still recapture these old times ... anyway on to my story!! Like I said I was just twenty...
Tommy went to the door, naked, cracked it open a bit, and seeing that it was Raul, let him in. Raul had his soccer ball in his hands. "Quihubole (whassup)?" he said. "Quihubole," we answered. "We have to hurry," Raul said. “We're playing the guys from across the river today." Then, speaking to Tommy, "Did you get sucked yet?" "Yeah," Tommy answered, "once." Raul started stripping...
It was chilly in the early morning and Tommy and I were cuddled in the spoon position, his naked back against my naked front, my hand on his smooth, flat stomach. I love cuddling, probably more than sex, especially with a cute boy like Tommy. I felt a dull throbbing in my butt and remembered the fucking that I had gotten the night before. I felt behind me -- my rectum was swollen and puckered out...
Jaime was a little guy, barely five feet tall. I offered him my hand, but instead of grabbing it firmly, he only touched his palm to mine, gently, Indian style. Indians, most of them, are not overtly macho like ordinary Mexicans. They consider machismo behavior to be rude. Jaime was a polite, respectful little guy. We started walking, Tommy, Jaime and I, toward the hotel. The other muchachos...
He wanted his money first. I probably could have backed out at that point by not paying him. But with the intoxicating smell of his penis in my face, and the taste of his Mexican juices in my mouth, there was no way that I wasn't going to go through with this. I paid him. I pulled the loose skin of his brown dick back to completely expose the glans, then rolled a Magnum rubber...
Tommy brought his things up to my room that night. I was thrilled that I would have this cute, young man as my roommate. "Here, Tommy, this is your bed. I will pay the main part of the rent -- you just pay the extra that they will charge for your staying here." "Yeah, that's cool. My parents left me a little money for my birthday but I have to be careful with it." "Your...
It was a beautiful-as-usual Mexican morning and I was sitting on a bench in the town square, enjoying the fresh air, beautiful flowers and cute Mexican boys. Tommy came walking up. "Buenos dias, Rusty." "Buenos dias, Tommy. I thought you were going to show up at the hotel last night." Tommy sat down beside me. "I couldn't go. Had to spend some time with my parents. They are...
(All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older) I awoke from my nap with a hard-on. I still had the taste of Raul's and Tommy's cum in my mouth and was tempted to jack-off but decided against it. I should conserve my juices for later, after all I am not a teenager any more. I took a stroll towards the park. Cute, young Mexican lads were everywhere. It...
The following story took place in a town in southern Mexico. Raul and I were eating in a restaurant when a cute young tourist came in. As all of the tables were occupied, he looked around, and seeing me motion to him, came to sit at our table. He was the same age as Raul, 18 years old, and I was attracted to him immediately, although my usual preference is for dark-skinned...
As I start this I need to clarify a few points. I am very much in the closet and no one who personally knows me, has any idea I am bi or really get excited when it comes to being around men. Other than a few encounters from when I was growing up, about 5 at rest areas, maybe 5 in college and one gay bath house experience, I have been totally straight acting. Being married and with a family and...
John Paul Batista, Executive Director of Photography. Has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? I thought so too when Adam offered me the position. After 40 years of service for the publishing company, our beloved Larry Marshall decided to call it quits and spend the rest of his life on a tropical island in the middle of the Pacific where there were no magazines. It was at that point that Adam...
Let me start this true story with a little background on my self. I was raised by a single Mom and had no brothers or sisters. Everything about sex I learned on my own. From as early as I can remember I enjoyed playin’ with myself and getting an erection and as I got older, I was playin’ and had my first climax and ever since I have not been able to stop. I had the usual childhood...
It was late May, and I wanted to go to the mountains, to rest for a couple of days, to breath some fresh air, to take some long walks in the forest, and, yeah, mainly to see him--my uncle Stan. I loved him since I could remember. He was cute as hell, about 5'9" and 150 lb, bearded and of course hairy. He was going to turn 40 in a couple of months, while I was 20. He was living in a small resort...
I was in my second year at college training to be a landscape gardener. Money was tight but I managed to get a weekend job with Bob, my fuck buddy. I was 22 and single, mostly gay but still interested in girls. Bob was 36, married and convinced he was straight but every so often he would get horny and want to fuck me. We had been doing a bit of work "on the side" for a guy in his 50's who was...
One evening while sitting at home watching TV and being bored as usual, my dad came home from his patrols. My dad was a game warden, and that meant he spent long days and nights just driving around the countryside looking and listening for poachers. He stopped by to grab dinner and then head back out, but before he left, he invited me to go with him. I jumped at the chance. Patrolling with my...
Eric was invited by his friend to stay over the entire weekend. Ron was more than happy to allow this, as he knew he would be able to get Eric’s hard, young cock in him one more time on Sunday. Ron anxiously counted the hours until the following morning. Eric awoke at 6:00 Sunday morning. Ron did not have to work the previous night, so he was already waiting in the living room....
My best friend in high school and I were always together. We went everywhere and had the same interests. We knew that we were gay, but did not talk about it. My friend’s parents were divorced and he lived with his father. My friend’s dad, Ron, was a nice guy, and was your typical “dad” figure. I always found myself attracted to him, and wondered why he never had a girlfriend since he had been...
I was up very early the next morning. I had already worked at my word processor for an hour before I decided to take Tim a cup of tea. His face looked boyish in his slumber and I thought twice about waking him. The noise of the cup and saucer being placed on the bedside cabinet was enough to make him stir. “Morning, old son,” I whispered to him. “I’ve brought you some tea.” ...
Young bar boy Kevin always wakes me up after a few hours of sleep. He climbs over me and he makes his way to the bathroom. He has a piss and a shit and I always hear him fart. And then I hear him use the French bidet that I had installed so that my guests can clean up their ass holes. Twenty-year-old Tom is asleep and breathing heavily as eighteen-year-old Kevin gets in bed...
A Busy Week, Part 1 I took early retirement from teaching at fifty when my dear old Dad passed away and left me the family business to run. It’s the local florist shop and I soon found out that my loyal staff could run it with little help for me. I had a lot of time on my hands. My Dad knew that I was gay, but he was very supportive: his only disappointment was that he would never have...
Energy Supply, Part 1 Energy comes in a variety of forms... I am American and I’m gay but shit, that’s not to say that I go for every piece of ass that comes my way. I have learned to take on only high-class lovers who have millions in the bank and wives and families to boot. I love to service the needs of these high rolling guys whose corporate decisions rip off you and me every day of...
So it's a quiet night. Sometimes summer can be like that - everyone's out of town on holiday, sunning themselves in Ibiza and Mykonos. The rest of us are still trying to get along, same old same old. It's darker in this corner of Soho, unlike the bright lighting behind me on the main road; the heart of "Theatreland" where ten glossy shows are tempting the passers-by with neon reviews a meter...
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