Hello, My name is Austin and I am a closeted gay man who is also a virgin. I always had the biggest crush on my roommate and also best friend Anthony. We met freshmen year in college and hit it off ever since. Anthony however is straight and just recently broken up with his girlfriend of 2 years. I always had the biggest crush on him but it wasnt at first sight. It just happen one day, I looked over at him and thought to myself damn your fine.
One hot summer day my father and I were in the hay mow stacking hay and as we were waiting for the next load of hay we began to wrestle around and he pinned me down on a bale of hay and looked me in the face and said I could fuck you right here and I said I dare you to. Then the next load of hay showed up and he said youre lucky the hay saved your ass. So we finished stacking the next load and then we were done for the day as I was walking out of the mow I bent over to wipe the hay off my pants and he came up behind me grabbed my hips and started dry humping me.
Ive been sucked many times in booths and through glory
I didnt go looking for sex, i didnt go looking for anything. Well apart from a piss. it was my lunch break from work. The toilets that this happened in are underground down a L Shaped staircase. as you reach the halfway point of the stairs the cold and the smell of the poorly ventilated underground cesspit hits you(im sure you know what i mean).But that was OK i wasnt going to be there long anyway. Once you reach the bottom of the steps to the left, a row of urinals behind them cubicles and to the right you have a couple of sinks and a hand dryer.
It had been a long day and after a defeat professionally as Kid Flash as
Ive always been a big shooter, my cum has always been quitea lot, so when
I keep myself clean shaven; from my face to my cock and ass. Im straight, but the feeling and look of being mostly hairless is what I prefer.
So tell me. How does this gay thing work? Rock asked as he leaned his beefy back against our sofa. I had just finished my shower, had a towel around my waist and was heading for my bedroom before Rock saw me. Damn its so hard not to stare at his pecs when he is not wearing a shirt! Rock and I are roommates. We have shared an apartment off campus for about three months now. Rock knew I was gay before we moved in together and he was fine with it. I dont give a fuck what you do when you gays are together. Fuck, suck each other off. It doesnt matter to me, but, dont judge how I treat women. Are we straight on that? he asked. I was fine with that. I knew I could look, but I couldnt touch when it came to Rock. So far his philosophy on getting along with a gay roommate was working great! I had my gay life and he had his straight life.
I know there is a lot of shit that goes on around here, but I want you to
This story happened many years ago when I was serving in the Air Force
The new school year came and I continued on with the university, the frat and high-school with the help of Devon. It was like part of me was missing so I threw myself into my schoolwork with little social activities other than what Devon insisted that I attend to keep in good graces with the fraturnity. When I graduated Devon asked me up to his room when I walked in his full size bed had been replaced with two twin beds. “What happened are you getting a room-mate?” I asked with a puzzled look on my face. I got used to his bed and had my own notch in the mattress. He responded to me by saying “I hoped so since you are now a full time college student I thought you might room with me. But I do not want the other brothers to think we are lovers like Keith and you were. With permission from your parents the twin beds will remain until one of us graduate.”
Bob and David had been friends since they were jerking-off to Spice Girls and Alanis Morissette album covers back in the day (Meanwhile, I was rubbing myself cross-eyed over visions of Bob and David jerking-off to Alanis). When it came time to do more than masturbate, I found it impossible to choose one, so I literally flipped a coin and started spreadin’ ‘em for Bob. Dave was typically great about it. He would go for a long walks to nowhere while his two best buds boned in the back of his car. Wow, what a patient and lovely person he was (some of the stains never came off those leather seats). We also boned in his room when his parents were away. The day we got married, Bob boned me in the Narthex while Dave distracted the priest with a string of questions about the 7th Ecumenical Council. Of course he was our best man. As I looked over at him, I wondered whether he was the “best man” period. Well, too late to worry about that now. Besides, at that precise moment, I could feel blotches of Bob’s spunk dripping out of my quim, down the inside of my leg and onto the altar floor. I’m not Catholic myself, so I’m not sure whether they have a commandment against that.
this is not a sex story now !!!
I was reminiscing today. I was eighteen and it was my senior year in high
Finally the weather is warming up here and it is time for Kip to spend some more time on the beach in his speedo.
This all happened in the summer where I turned 18. Every year, my parents went on vacation for a few weeks, usually abroad. In the years before, I went with them, but seeing as I felt too mature to go on vacation with my parents, I decided to stay home this year. I hadnt planned much to do yet, so in the beginning I just stayed home most of the times, occasionally meeting with my friends. One of those friends was Jake. We met in school, and, like me, he had also just graduated. We hung out a lot and got along very well, and I considered him to be one of my best friends, if not the best.
It was summer 2016, yep last year. My friend was throwing his birthday party at a fancy pub in the NCR region. I was excited because that area is filled with hot guys (yes, hot in caps), all his friends from school, college and elsewhere came. It was fun. We all were dancing and drinking and eating. Then came my guy. That one hot stuff who made me gasp just by his looks. He was the host’s friend from his residential locality. Let’s call him Vedant. So, Vedant was 19, fit, athletic body gray eyes fair complexion and what not! He was looking… Perfect with black trousers and a sleeveless tank top complete with a gray pullover. I know I was destined to hook up with him just when he entered. My friend introduced us and to my surprise, Vedant ignored my hand and gave me a big hug it was tight and lasted for about 4 seconds. Aaahhhh! It was perfect I was in his arms and I could smell his cologne with a pinch of his sweat. Perfect. Was this a sign? Was he attracted to me as well?
We just clicked together, I think thats the best explanation how we came to be.
Small footprints in the sand weave past the roots of the mangroves, away from my hut. I follow them towards the placid afternoon sea which glitters blue-green beyond the white beach. The sky is cloudless azure above the swaying emerald fronds of the coconut trees that line the coast. A silky breeze blows in off the clear horizon and lifts the locks of my overlong hair from my shoulders.
Self Service (With a little help, he sucks his own cock)
Jonah is an 18 year old boy. He grew up in a good home, with loving parents and a small town. His parents raised him up right with everything except his father never have him the birds and the bees talk as a child, so now, as an 18 year old, Jonah is very confused about what goes on between a man and a woman, or man to man, sexually.
I lay snuggled next to Walt. I was deliciously sore from his thick eleven inch cock thoroughly plowing my ass. I was feeling wonderful, then this question.
Dear, dearest Bill, the letter began.
Mary Pepperdine adored her employer. He was incredibly handsome, had a nice manner but unfortunately he had a gorgeous girlfriend. In contrast Mary was rather plain. She didn’t have a boyfriend and she had only had sex once and that was with a visiting cousin in the tool shed at the back of her parent’s house.