By Max Swan. “You fucking asshole, Kyle,” Janice’s voice screamed from the living room. “I knew you were cheating on me.” “Babe, babe, she means nothing to me, honest,” Kyle said, trying to soothe his girlfriend. In a bedroom not far from this loud argument, a recent new flatmate to Kyle’s apartment, a skinny white college student named Daniel Lewis, stirs. He groans as the fight has been going on for about thirty minutes now, and the poor teen has
Read moreBy Anonymous I’m attracted to big guys. I always have been. Three types really get my dick rock hard. My first and favorite type is a bodybuilder. I’m not talking about your everyday run-of-the-mill gym bunny. I’m talking about a huge bloated bodybuilder. You know the type. He’s the guy that uses every performance enhancer he can find, whether legal or not. He struts around like he owns the gym. My second favorite is very tall guys. I’m
Read moreBy Our Readers Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This Reader has his first Gay experience with a younger guy… When I was 30, I had my first gay experience with a young man who just turned 18 meet him at a party in the neighborhood where all the females had already left. I was talking to the slim, tall young man with black hair and blue eyes and just a little peach fuzz on his
Read moreBy swimfan2. My name is Simon and I’m a senior in college. I’d say I was a pretty good looking dude – cute, short blonde hair, 6’ tall and with a smooth, slim swimmer’s build. I’ve never had any trouble getting girls, but keeping them was often a problem… Since I don’t like to change in front of the other guys, I’d arrived early at the locker rooms for the first swim team practice of the new semester. But this
Read moreBy Urtoy2be. I am a divorced man of sixteen years. I still see my ex-wife a lot as we have kids together. A short time ago at a function for one of the children, I had to see my ex-wife. Her name is Dana and to be honest we have not been very close since the divorce. She moved away to another town about two hours away. It has been sixteen years, but I still have not forgotten how much
Read moreby tinybetacuck Doug stepped out of his apartment building door, leaving the handle down so he wouldn’t have to use his keys to re-enter. He strolled out on to the sidewalk and looked up and down his urban block. He lived on the edge of a nice neighborhood but close to a few industrial warehouses. Usually nobody passed by during his 10-minute sessions, and he hoped that would be the case tonight. Doug dug into his pocket and pulled out
Read moreBy jockdepoche As long as I can remember, I was always bisexual. When I was in high school, I can remember watching all the other kids start to be attracted to the opposite sex and all I remember is being so confused because, for the most part, I just found everyone attractive. Guys and girls. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to rub against them naked, to feel their skin on mine. It wasn’t ever isolated
Read moreBy tawnysuede. Chapter 1 – First Contact “Tyler! Snap out of it – you’re staring again, and he’s noticed!” Jack’s voice whispered hoarsely in Tyler’s ear as the hot water from the shower drummed across his back. There were just the three of them left in the shower now. Basketball practise had been over for more than half an hour and the most of the players were showered and dressed and out the door, heading home for dinner. A few
Read moreBy surya.nmy@gmail.com Slave to our Servant – Day 1 Hi Friends, I am Surya. During this story, I was 19 with no experience of gay life. I am always a little chubby but luckily only in good areas like my chest, which everyone calls breasts, and in my ass with a flat stomach and tiny dick. I am very fair with no body hair. In short, God wanted to make me a girl, but by mistake, he made me a
Read moretimmywells 1972 – in upstate New York ***** “You should leave, Timmy” Mr. Duke said as I stood before him, my knees shaking so badly and my head spinning so much that it was a wonder that I was able to remain standing. I couldn’t leave, and it wasn’t because my Science teacher had a hold of my belt, because I wanted to be there more than anything. After all, this is what I had been hoping for when Mr.
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