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Carl Teaches Me, Part 5
by A Shy Guy
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Alan, Part 1
“Hi Mr. Ferguson!” The voice came from behind me as I got out of my car. I turned to see who had called my name and there stood a handsome young man, about six feet tall, well built, early twenties, dark hair, deep set eyes, dark eyebrows, clean shaven face and a knock ’em dead smile. I didn’t recognize him and wondered how he knew my name. He must have realized this because he
Alan, Part 2
The rest of the afternoon I wandered around in a kind of daze. My son was gay, and I was going to spend the evening with his one-time lover. At least, I think they must have been lovers. That’s the impression I got from Alan. Maybe I read him wrong. Maybe they were both gay, but not lovers. Alan was so handsome. I looked him up in my son’s yearbook and sure enough, there he was,
Alan, Part 3
I turned the heat down in the oven and returned with the beer. That way, we’d have at least another fifteen minutes or so before the dinner would start to get ruined, and I didn’t want to stop and eat now. I wanted to hear more. I passed Alan the beer and he twisted the top off with ease. I nearly tore my hand open trying to take the top off mine, but I managed. We both took a
Alan, Part 4
Alan stood up first, and I could see the front of his trousers tenting out, just like mine was doing. He looked at me and smiled, then straightened his cock with his hand. “I’m starving, Mr. Ferguson, and for more than the food you cooked,” he said, “But we’d better eat some supper first, to build up our strength.” I must have blushed, because he smiled again. “You did say you
Biker's First Time
At the age of seventeen, I got a summer job that required me to travel some distance from my home. After a week of borrowing the family car, my father and I decided I should have a second-hand motorcycle, not a big one, and not too pricy, as I would have to pay for it from my wages. It didn't take long to get a suitable bike and when I drove it home that first day, I got more than
Bill's Excellent Train Adventures, Part 1
The railroad industry is in a very sharp decline: More people are traveling by car, bus and airplane, and very few are traveling by train. So, what do you expect? They decided to shut down the line that traveled through our town. Actually, I never thought much about the train until they decided to shut the line down, and all of a sudden I wanted to see the country by rail. I had my
Bill's Excellent Train Adventures, Part 2
We couldn’t have been more than a half hour from the railroad station in my home town and I’d already had my very first blowjob from a total stranger. Young, blond, handsome and horny, I had met the guy in coach, but tonight I hoped he would sleep with me in my roomette. This train trip was going to be a journey of discovery in more than one way. I’m gay, as you may already know,
Bill's Excellent Train Adventures, Part 3
If you’ve read parts 1 and 2, you will know that Frank had given me my very first blowjob, and I had just finished sucking his marvelous eight-inch cock. The two of us were lying side by side on the little bed in my roomette on the train. Just then, however, there was a rapid knocking at my door, and a voice calling. “Yes, what is it?” I responded as Frank and I hurriedly pulled
Bill's Excellent Train Adventures, Part 4
My balls ached! Since I got on this “love train” a little over two hours ago, I have been sucked and was sucked by a blond hunk from the coach, and also blew the steward who arrived at the door when Frank’s ass bounced on the call button next to the door as I was sucking him off in my roomette. I followed that up by jerking off as Frank plowed the steward’s ass. What an afternoon!
Bill's Excellent Train Adventures, Part 6
Frank was pretty fed up with Paul, to whom he had just given a blowjob, the guy’s first, as he announced loud and clear. Paul was totally self-centered, however, and had made no move to return the favour. Frank, in fact, didn’t care: he had gone through the motions simply to give Bill and Mick some peace and quiet to get intimate with each other while Paul was otherwise engaged.
Bill’s Excellent Train Adventure, Part 5
Bill watched through the window as Tommy walked away. Just as the train began to pull out, Tommy turned and scanned the windows. Spying Bill, he smiled and waved, and mouthed the words, ‘See you next time.’ Bill waved back. He certainly hoped he would connect with the waiter on his return trip, but that would be a couple of weeks away. The chance was pretty slim. He had managed to
Boys' School
Once the tour of the school was over, my parents left. They were in a bit of a rush, they said to the councilor: they had to get back to feed the dogs. You’ll be fine here, my father said. Sure you will, my mother said. We’ll visit every month and you can come home for Christmas. I just stood there, watching their car drive away. I was glad to be here watching their car drive
Carl Teaches Me
I could feel Carl’s hot breath on the back of my neck as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “I’m fuckin’ horny,” he whispered. “I got a hard on. Wanna feel it?” I shook my head, no. I leaned forward over my books and hoped that the teacher hadn’t noticed him whispering to me. I hoped he didn’t notice my red face either. I was new in the school, and tall for my age. At 5’11”,
Carl Teaches Me, Part 2
I ran across the soccer field on my way back to school. I was late, and the bell had already rung. Most of the guys were still on the field. As I got closer, I saw Carl with Ernie, another boy in our class, encased in a headlock. Ernie was thrashing his arms about, trying to get free, and Carl was laughing. Though I had only been in their class for about two weeks, I knew already
Carl Teaches Me, Part 3
What I learned by myself This is the third installment in the Carl Series. Hope you enjoy it. Carl and I got to my place just before dark. He picked up his school books and headed right out again. Mom was at the counter, starting to get supper ready. “Mom, do I have time for a bath before supper?” I asked, trying to appear casual, but really bursting inside with enraged hormones.
Carl Teaches Me, Part 4
Suck or be sucked? That is indeed a question! I had a great sleep! I dreamed about Carl and I, and what we did together yesterday. We were back in the loft, playing strip poker. We were down to our underwear when Ernie came in and asked if he could play too. Carl said no, but I said yes. I wanted to see him naked again, to see his blond hair enshroud his long, thick cock. Carl
Carl Teaches Me, Part 5
Carl was the first to react. Before I had even blinked an eye, he was charging across the narrow bank and tackling Ernie. Both boys fell, inches away from the water. Ernie recovered from this surprise attack quickly and threw Carl onto his back. Hi climbed onto his chest and pinned his arms with his knees. Carl tossed this way and that, but could not dislodge Ernie. Though a bit
Carl Teaches Me, Part 6
My First Condom It was hard to believe that we could have had so much sex is such a short time! Carl looked at his watch and saw that it was nearly 11:30. School would be getting out for lunch soon, and we were famished! “A quick swim, and then we can go home for lunch,” he suggested. Without waiting, he crawled to the edge of the water and splashed some of it on his face and
Carl Teaches Me, Part 7
We were naive to think we were going to get away with playing hooky yesterday morning. When our teacher, Mr. Anderson noticed that the three of us, Carl, Ernie and I, were all missing, he went to the office and called our homes. My older brother Frank answered the call to our house and gave the excuse that I was in bed, sick, even though he knew I was probably out with Carl and
Carl Teaches Me, Part 8
Whatever Mr. Anderson had planned for us, it would have to wait. It was nearly four o’clock and the gym was booked for the high school girls’ basketball team. One of the female teachers was their coach, and she would be up in Coach Miller’s office by now. The girls were arriving, we knew, because we could hear high-pitched giggling coming from their locker room next door. “Well,
Carl Teaches Me, Part 9
I was exhausted when I got home from school that day. A circle jerk yesterday, and a locker room suck and fuck fest today! Was it only a week ago I learned how to jerk off? God, but it is great to be young, and vigorous! Not that Mr. Miller and Mr. Anderson weren’t vigorous, despite their advanced ages; I knew Mr. Anderson was thirty, he’d told us that in class once, and Mr.
Carl Teaches Me, Part10
It was Saturday morning. I slept in late as usual, and got up only when my mom forced me. Chores, she said. I had to eat breakfast and then do my chores. Though my cock was at half-mast, I decided to wait till after the chores to have my morning jerk off, followed by a shit, a shower and a shave. Well, actually I didn’t shave every morning, and even sometimes when I did shave it
Geoffrey, Part 1
Geoffrey, Part 1 I saw him standing there as I stopped at the gas station on the edge of town in preparation for a road trip to our capital city which was some five hours away. I didn’t take much notice of him at first, not until he held up his homemade sign that read “Texas” and gave me a big grin. Just by chance, I had recently had a business meeting with a gentleman from that
Geoffrey, Part 2
Geoffrey, Part 2 By the time I drove into the motel parking lot, my shorts were up and zipped, and my young hitchhiker friend, Geoffrey, had his cock back in his pants, too. Not that he really cared. I think he would have stepped out of the car naked with a hard on and it wouldn’t have bothered him one bit. Still, he stayed in the car while I went to check in. I had only booked a
Geoffrey, Part 3
Geoffrey, Part 3 I lay there on the bed, exhausted from my strenuous activity of the previous few minutes. I still had a raging hard-on, but Geoffrey was sated and was quickly falling asleep. Thinking about it, I didn’t blame him: a blow job and three good fucks last night; six hours on the side of the road before I came along; then he blew me in the car; and now I’d just returned
Geoffrey, Part 4
Geoffrey, Part 4 We showered together this time, not in a sexy way, but just to rinse the cum and sweat from our bodies. We dried each other, and then dressed for dinner. Geoffrey worked the car radio as I drove to the restaurant, trying to find a station with Country music on it. He loved Country, he told me. At the restaurant, he told me more of his life in Texas: how he lost
Geoffrey, Part 5
Geoffrey, Part 5 Geoffrey was the first to recover. He reached down and peeled the condom from his now soft cock and dropped it on the floor beside the bed. Lisa turned and began to lick the rest of his cum from his cock. Freddy and I lay end to end beside her, quietly licking each other’s soft cocks, lapping up any cum that we missed in our moments of greatest excitement. Once
Geoffrey, Part 6
Geoffrey, Part 6 The video, which had been running unwatched but providing the musical background for our sexual romps of the last hour, ended in a loud blast of electronic fuzz. Gradually, we were roused from our stupor, arms moving, stretching, caressing, legs straightening, eyes blinking open. Freddy crawled off the bed and stood up. Three pairs of disinterested eyes watched his
Heat Strokes
Heat Strokes “It sure is hot!” I said to no one in particular. It was about three o’clock on a July Saturday afternoon. Danny, Ernie and I were lying on our backs on the dry grass under a large elm tree that stood at the back end of my family’s garden. We often spent time there, usually climbing the tree, or hanging upside down from one of its limbs, but that day was just too
It's What's Beneath The Surface
You might think being born with extraordinary good looks would be a blessing! Well, think again! My mother was a beautiful professional model and my father was a tall, slim, handsome athlete - a swimmer at college who almost made the Olympic team. They were a great looking couple, everyone said, picture perfect, and I was their son - a chip off the old blocks, you might say. When I
Josh
It was his eyes, I think, that first drew my attention just as they did all those years ago. Josh was just a little kid back then; an ordinary little kid; a kid in my primary school class. His eyes were large and deep brown. He had long lashes. I remember thinking that they looked like girl’s eyes. So beautiful. His face was round, and his hair was dark brown, with little lights of
Kyle's Turn
Kyle's Turn By A Shy Guy This story is a continuation of another story I wrote called "Meeting Kyle's Cousin". Hope you like it. Jim was still on his knees in front of me, and I was sitting on the john, exhausted. He stretched up and we kissed as we held each other in our arms in a cubical of the men's washroom at the mall. He had just finished
Meeting Kyle's Cousin
It was late Saturday morning and I was bored stiff! I had been sitting at the computer trying to finish a history assignment since nine o'clock, but I couldn't keep my mind on it. I had a tingling sensation all over my body, perhaps from the sugar in the coke I had just consumed, but just as likely because I was getting to be as horny as hell these days! The warm June weather in
Mr. Ferguson’s Birthday Gift
It was June 1966. I stood in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the back of my mother’s closet and looked at my image. I was dressed casually but neatly in cuffed dress pants, a button down shirt and my best shoes (bought for the graduation prom, which was another story, and not part of this one. To tell the truth, that night is best forgotten.) Brush cuts now losing
Roger and Ted, Part 1
Ted Baxter was playing street hockey with his friends when the moving van arrived and parked in front of the vacant two-story house on Stanley Street. Vacant, that is, until about an hour earlier when the new owner had arrived to take possession of it. Ted had noticed his arrival, and immediately thought that the thirty-something man who stopped to watch them play their game before he
Roger and Ted, Part 2
Roger was a bit taken aback. “I - I’m not sure what you mean,” he stammered. There was that feeling in his crotch again. What was happening to him? He blushed, sure that Ted could tell he was now sporting a raging hard-on. But Ted kept looking straight into his eyes. “I met you before,” Ted said. “I thought it was at State U., but now I don’t think so. It was in a dream. Weird,
Roger and Ted, Part 3
Ten minutes later, Roger was nervously fumbling with his keys as he tried to unlock the front door. Ted reached over and steadied his hand. The key went in, turned, and the door opened. A few seconds later they were inside and the door was shut behind them. “Want another beer?” asked Roger. “Sure, if you need one,” answered Ted. “Are you legal?” asked Roger. “I mean, I’m not
Roger and Ted, Part 4
Though the bed was assembled, there were no sheets on it. Neither of them noticed this, however, as they moved closer, first sitting on the edge, then falling sideways to lay on the bare mattress, their lips still locked in a passionate kiss and their arms encircling each other in a firm but gentle embrace. Roger was happier in this moment that he had ever been in his entire life.
Roger and Ted, Part 5
Roger, still in his dreams, shifted his body to a more comfortable position and slept on. When he woke in the morning, his first reaction was to wonder where he was. The room seemed unfamiliar to him. He rolled onto his back and found himself naked, under a loose sheet and blanket. Then the memories came flooding back. He rose and walked into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the
Tasting Donnie
Tasting Donnie I woke up in the morning with a smile on my face. I had slept like a baby, tired after working the evening shift at the Tasty Treat. Billy Butler and Chuck had shown me the ropes, as they say. I learned to make hamburgers and serve soft ice cream and, after the place closed up, I learned to suck cock, but that’s now an old story (See Tasty Treat, Tasty Treat 2,
Tasty Treat
Tasty Treat Believe it or not, “Tasty Treat” is the name of an ice cream outlet near my home. I used to go there every chance I got when I was a kid. My big dream, back then, was to get a job there, serving ice cream, banana splits, sundaes, etc., and getting to eat all I wanted when it wasn’t busy. I used to pester the people there, asking for a chance to work, even when I was
Tasty Treat 2 - Billy reviews what he taught me la
Tasty Treat 2 I could feel the morning sun shining through the open window on my naked body long before I opened my eyes to greet the new day. I had kicked all the covers off, exposing my long, lean body to the cool early summer air, and lay with my face buried in my pillow, my hard cock pressed into the sheets. I reached a hand down between me and the sheets, and found my hard
Tasty Treat 3
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Travis, Part 1
Travis stood in the doorway of the bunkhouse, beer in one hand, the only place, really, to catch the evening breeze and at the same time avoid the black flies. It had been desperately hot all day, and he had been working hard - yes, hard was the right word. He had been hard all day. His balls were wet with sweat, and his cock was hard. Hard was a damn good word. His arms were sore
Travis, Part 2
Travis didn’t have to wait very much longer. It was quarter to ten when the truck came roaring down the road, dust clouds billowing in its wake. Billy was driving, which explained the speed. When the vehicle came to a stop in front of the bunkhouse six drunken boys and men climbed out, laughing and staggering towards the open door where Travis waited. But they weren’t alone. There
Two Lonely Men
Two Lonely Men When I reached my fortieth birthday, I had been married for nine years, with two kids, but since the divorce two years ago I saw the kids only on holidays. You see, I was straight, or so I thought. Where I grew up, there wasn’t really much choice, not then anyway. There were what we called ‘queers’ around though, guys that dressed funny, and wiggled when they
Welcoming Dennis, Part 1
Chapter 1 “See the new guy over there?” asked Bill as we entered the school yard. It was the Monday morning right after Spring Break and sure enough, there was a guy I didn’t recognize standing near the school steps. He was tall, perhaps six feet, and well built, wearing a tight black tee shirt and jeans, his bare feet in sandals. He had dirty blond hair - not dirty, but you
Welcoming Dennis, Part 2
Chapter 2 At lunch time we met up with Bill in the cafeteria and made plans to go to my place after school. My parents both worked, least wise, since I moved into high school. Before that, my mom worked from home as an editor of a women’s magazine. She accepted a promotion and an office, and I had the run of the house till after 6 pm every weekday and most weekends. Once, when I
Welcoming Dennis, Part 3
Chapter 3 Dennis and Bill were locked in a tight embrace that was proving difficult for me to break up, and having Cissy pulling on my cock as a distraction was no help at all. Bill had sucked Dennis’s tongue into his own mouth and after a moment’s struggle; Dennis gave in and sucked back. Bill was a great kisser, as I knew only too well, but the bet was who could suck Dennis’s
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