As a fellow actor on the Warner Bros. Lot, I have a casual relationship with Barry Watson. We usually say hi to each other. A posse of his friends typically surrounds him. Since my show's shooting schedule is similar to his, we often see each other at the studio gym late in the evening. Even there, he is usually with at least one of his posse who is there to work out with him. Last...
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...
I guess it was really more of just a fantasy. I mean, the guy is real and we had something once. But, I just can't seem to let him go. There was a problem with his girlfriend. I think the trouble was completely unrelated to me. But, it came between us first and then their relationship as well. I met him at a summit meeting at a hotel in Fort Worth. We were both serving under the...
Story by Richard Barber at eyeMrich1@hotmail.com Keep Our Firemen Happy I was invited to a party in the city with about 25 other people. Most of them were strangers and older than myself. It was a gay party with mostly men. Most were drinking and seeming to have a good time. But, since I did not drink nor did I know too many people there, I was getting bored. That is until I met...
Newquay (c) Oliver Jennings, 2004 === Newquay's significant to me because two important 'firsts' happened there. The first 'first' took place when I was eighteen and my mates and I visited the town for a few days to try our hands at a bit of surfing and to see how many girls each of us could pull in the evenings. It turned out that we were all pretty equally inept at both, and the trip...
At last my army unit was notified that we were being transferred from Austria to Italy. This was great for me; I love both countries and looked forward to living in Italy. I still had a few days to go until we moved out. I hated to leave the beautiful city of Salzburg, but knew I would find new adventures in Italy. One night, when I was on my way home from work, I went to a good Austrian...
Story by Richard Barber This fantasy story contains domination, anal penetration, golden shower activity (urination) and man-to-man sexual contact. All the characters are over the age of 18. If this type of story offends you or you are under the legal age, then you should leave. Part 1 Let’s Go Roll Some Queers. Our ship had docked after being out to sea for several weeks. We were...
Truck Parking Story by Richard Barber EyeMrich1@hotmail.com Part 1 - The Parking Lot Encounters. I left the Trucker’s Bunkhouse and headed for the truck parking lot outside. This area was reserved mostly for trucker’s overnight parking. However, an occasional auto would wander into the area. These were mainly “ladies of...
I had to tell someone about my experience the other day. It was so wild I cannot believe it myself. I am twenty-one, but I guess after my first experience I must be bi. I do not know the labeling, but I guess that is not important anyway. Here goes nothing. I have never expressed myself in writing except in fictional way this is my first true story. You must know a little history before I...
It’s me again. I’m 23-years old with short dark hair and hazel eyes. I’ve got a swimmer’s build, am 5’9” and weigh 135 pounds. My cock is a hefty 6-½ inches. After the first time in the washroom, I wanted to experience sex from the other end of things, so to speak. I went to the same washroom and walked up to the urinal. I waited a while. But, no one came in. I was getting tired of...
One of the hardest positions a 16-year-old boy can be in is moving to another state with your parents. Dad was laid of from his job in Ohio, and we had to move to a small town in Utah. I had my own job, friends and was going to be getting a car soon. However, that is not how thing panned out for me. Instead, move day came faster than I did playing with myself in the bathroom. We arrived...
Joey Adams If you are offended by, man-to-man sexual contact or you are under legal age in you country or state, then read no further, and if you are looking for role models or standards of acceptable or safe behavior, you shouldn’t be reading Erotic stories. All of the characters in my story are 18 or over. Story by Richard Barber EyeMrich1@hotmail.com Part 3 It was an awesome...
If you are offended by, man-to-man sexual contact or you are under legal age in you country or state, then read no further, and if you are looking for role models or standards of acceptable or safe behavior, you shouldn’t be reading Erotic stories. All of the characters in my story are 18 or over. Story by Richard Barber EyeMrich1@hotmail.com PART 2 The next morning I noticed that...
Joey Adams Story By Richard Barber EyeMrich1@hotmail.com If you are offended by, man-to-man sexual contact or you are under legal age in you country or state, then read no further, and if you are looking for role models or standards of acceptable or safe behavior, you shouldn’t be reading Erotic stories. All of the characters in my story are 18 or over. Part 1 One cold and rainy...
My Full Potential – Part 1 I woke up in strange surroundings – it looked like a hospital ward. Around me, surgeons in gowns and masks prodded me with small, thin needles. My whole body was covered in them, as a nearby machine delivered small electrical charges through them. It felt like there was something in my arse – it seemed quite small, but it was pumping in and out. What the hell was...
While in high school, I was always intrigued with my friend Tim's cock. He always sported a nice bulge in his pants, and I was always curious about how big it was. I got the answer I wanted one day, in the best way possible. While standing side by side at the urinals at a local restaurant, talking about the girls we were with, I glanced down to see him pull out a beautiful, long, thick...
This happened a few years back when I was studying. I was 21 and it was the last year before I got my degree and could start my chosen profession as gym teacher. As I was constantly short of cash, and Christmas drew closer, I felt I needed a job on the side of studying. Not that I had much spare time since the studies took their fair share and I also needed time to work out. I worked out five or...
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...
(c) Oliver Jennings, 2004 === Lads from Long Load have long loads. Or at least, that's what I've always found. Long Load is what the sign by the roadside calls a row of a few grey houses strewn out along one of the windy, muddy lanes between Somerton and Martock. It's so small you could hardly even call it a village; in fact, you'd probably never notice it unless you had some kind of...
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Jim is a good friend of mine from college. I had never considered fooling around with him even though I knew he was gay. I had always thought he was attractive; he was brown haired, from Irish descent, green eyed, and pale in complexion. He and I would go to the bars together, since there wasn’t much a gay scene at our University; he was content to drink at the straight bars with myself and...
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....
When I was only a kid, I was forced to live alone and try to make a living for myself. I’d been kicked out of my family's home, because I told my parents that I thought I was homosexual. I really did not know what a homosexual was. But, I felt that I was one. My parents were very right-wing religious people. They didn't have room in their hearts for a queer son. So, I was ordered to...
Please read "My First Time". First, Thanks When I was a young guy, I was forced to live on the streets because my parents did not want me. It was an excellent education for me. Street people knew how to live, get along, and to look out for each other. Once the street people knew my problems, they all seemed to look out for this dumb kid. They would warn me to avoid certain creeps and...
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