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GROOMED BY AN OLDER MAN

“I am flattered,” I smiled at Max, agreeing with his remark. By the time I was eighteen I knew I had a much larger cock than any of the boys or adult men in the sporting teams I played with. My exhibitionist streak enjoying them looking at me in the showers, coupled with their remarks. “How much does it cost to feed that each week.” A week later in the showers as he admired my naked, toned, six pack body, Max told me, “I am going to groom you.” Later while we watched each other dressing he asked me if I would like to meet his lady and one of his friends on Friday night. When I arrived at his lavish condo, he handed me a short white gown to wear, the same as he …

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The Weekend_(0)

The weekend. Friday-Alex. My parents were out of town for the weekend, three days of pure freedom and bliss. Everyone expects you to run a big ass party when you are home alone for the weekend, but let’s face it, sometimes chilling home alone is even better. It was a warm June weekend, sunny, not a cloud in sight. I was laying in my bed, looking out of the window and planning the day ahead. It was a perfect day to use the backyard pool; swim, get tanned and relax. I thought about it for a minute. Maybe having some company wouldn’t be a bad idea. I got my cellphone out and texted Daniel. My best friend in the whole wide world. “Hey I’m home alone for the weekend. Bring your stuff so you can …

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Making some money

Making Some Money (True Story) It had been 4 weeks since my encounters with Ricky, Juan and Xavi (see story “What Does It Matter” for details). Lil, my girlfriend, was on vacation with her parents, looking at out of state colleges. I was missing all of them, the more I remembered the sensations they gave me, the hornier I got. More than once I had put on the tiny shorts Ricky had given me and in the floor length mirror watched myself walking back and forth. I noticed, raising my heels as I walked gave my legs a taunter,longer look and my butt seemed more pronounced and rounded. This led to me stopping at the Salvation Army store and finding a pair of girls canvas shoes that looked just like tennis shoes but had a …

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Take Care of Me

What did I look like, 5’8, 19 years old, sweating my ass off on a little Huffy mountain bike that I ain’t rode since middle school? It was now a rusty, squealing, piece of shit. My clothes were sticking to me because of this damn summer heat. I had no license, no car, and no money to buy one. I had no job because no one wanted to hire a fresh outta high school newbie with no job experience. Next year, I’d be starting college, and I didn’t even know what I wanted to do. Right now, it was too damn hot to think about anything but getting my ass home. My piece of shit bike squeaked down my neighborhood, passing the same houses with the same people in them since I was in elementary …

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Straight to Bi

After I finished university, I struggled for a good-paying job, and money was tight. But I couldn’t face living back at home. I managed to find a room to myself in a house-share with two other guys and three women. We were mostly in our early twenties and doing various entry-level jobs. One guy, Pete, was older, about forty five. He was on a temporary assignment in our city and didn’t want the hassle of renting somewhere unfurnished. At home I had shared a bedroom with my brother and at uni I’d been in a shared room too so, even though I wasn’t alone, my own room in the house gave me some privacy for the first time in my life. That privacy, plus lots of free time away from my crummy part-time job, gave …

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Getting drunk with my best friend

At the time all of this happened I was 18, beginning my senior year of high school. My name’s Jake; I’m 5’9, 150 pounds, and I play baseball for the school, so I’m in pretty good shape. My hair is medium brown, average length, and my eyes are green. My dick is just under 8 inches long, pretty thick, and cut. I keep myself clean shaven; from my face to my cock and ass. I’m straight, but the feeling and look of being mostly hairless is what I prefer. My best friend’s name is Brad. He’s the same age as me, and also plays on the baseball team. (He’s the first baseman and I’m a starting pitcher.) He’s 5’10, a skinny 140, with straight black hair and ice blue eyes. We’ve been friends since we …

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Trying Too Hard – 3

Trying too hard 3 My name is John. And I’m a gay man. But I don’t call myself that. I don’t really identify with gay people. Or straight people for that matter. Gender just seemed so limiting. I’ve always been a quiet guy. I kept to myself through my youth until I met Randy. That’s when everything changed. In the terms of what life meant and what my focus would be for the rest of my life. That’s what this story is all about. In the first chapter I recalled how I grew up, how I met Randy, and how sex began to be a big part of life. In the second chapter I continued Friday’s adventure of wearing the butt plug and then trying Randy’s cock. Twice. In this chapter I wake up recalling …

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Harvard Hottie

As I stood alone in my college dormitory for the first time, staring out of the large picture window, I couldn’t believe that it was real. After quite literally a lifetime of working my ass off, I was now standing in my very own room at Harvard College. My parents had said goodbye just five minutes before. Although they were incredibly proud of me, I also knew that they were profoundly uncomfortable being in this place. We were decidedly lower middle class, and the sights and sounds of Harvard were a constant reminder to them that they did not belong in this world. Although they had driven me up to Cambridge all the way from our house in Kentucky, they didn’t exactly linger once my fairly meager possessions had been deposited in my room. In …

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Becoming a cum slut

I recently met up with an old school friend who had moved back into the neighbourhood after being away for years. We had been about 16 when we first met. We got back together though FB. Dave and I used to roam the local area and one day we found our first porno mag in the trash bin in a parking lot. We had taken it up to the woods and gazed in awe at the naked women on the glossy pages. Both of us had surreptitiously adjusted our stiff cocks pretending not to notice the others predicament. Eventually Dave has asked me if I ever masturbated. I shyly admitted that yes I did and immediately asked him the same. He more openly admitted he did and said he wanted to do it now. Relaxed …

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Uncontrollable

I’m a young guy, just starting out on his own. I live in an apartment with a few other guys. Friends of mine. I have a good job, I’m going to school, and a beautiful girlfriend. Things are going OK. But my sexuality is still in its exploratory phase. For the longest time, I’ve jacked off watching shemale and crossdresser porn, reading gay and transgender/transsexual stories, and looking at Yaoi hentai. I have a thing for feminine guys. Because I’m curious, and it’s taboo, I think. I love the thought of a slender, soft guy arching his back and moaning like a girl. I love the thought of a cute, slim guy wanting to be fucked. And hey, if they want to wear sexy woman’s clothing or become a transsexual? More the better. I’m pretty …

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College Bathroom

What was I doing here? Here I was, late on a Friday night, sitting in a bathroom stall in the basement of a men’s dorm at the local college. I was sitting there with my pants around my ankles as if I was using the toilet for it’s intended purpose, but really I was just slowly stroking my cock. I had chosen this particular bathroom after reading about it on a cruising web site. I had chosen this particular time based on feedback on the site. According to the site, there were no actual dorm rooms in the basement level. It was all janitorial supplies, the HVAC equipment and things like that. Which meant there were no workers there late at night and no random guys heading for a piss after coming home from the …

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My Introduction to Man Sex_(1)

Having failed in my attempt to pick up one of the girl dancers (I found out later they all had husbands or boy friends) I decided to make a trip to the men’s room to piss and then move on perhaps to “greener” pastures. As I stood at the urinal having trouble trying to piss because I still had almost a ‘full’ hard-on from watching the dancers, I mumbled “fucking bitches” mostly to myself. I was startled when someone answered, “ Know what you mean! They get you all excited and then leave you unsatisfied. Don’t they?” Looking sideways I realized there was another man next to me who was also using the urinal. Don’t ask me why but it always seems that if two men are pissing at the same time they try to …

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Detention 2

Me and Chris Green got suspended for three days for fucking on the floor of our Spanish Class, and once we came back to school, we had two more weeks of detention to finish. Surprisingly, none of the other students knew what had gone down between Chris and I. And I was grateful and relieved. I didn’t care if people knew I liked boys, but I really didn’t want anybody to know that I fucked Chris Green. And I assumed that Chris felt the exact same way. The bad thing was that Thursday, when I returned to school again, I had to see Chris all day because he was in most of my classes. Even though I went out my way to sit far away from him so that I wouldn’t have to see him, …

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He Knew When I Was Ready

It was late on a Friday night, back in the 90s. The ride home from my regular bar involved two buses. I usually walked the second leg and it gave me a chance to drop into the erotic book store… if I went a block or two out of my way. Which I did, pretty much every time. The shop sold all types of material and I’d taken to buying gay magazines. I’d never done anything with another guy, but I got excited by seeing men sucking cocks and fucking. I’d been going in there from time to time for a couple of years. To begin with, I’d just only picked out straight porn, but then I started drifting over to the gay section and briefly browsing there. Later I’d spend more time looking at …

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An Amazing First Time

This all started when I was only 16 years old. I had a friend named Shaun, and we had known each other since 2nd grade. We would always talk about porn and make jokes about sex. One day we were walking around talking about porn and I got extremely horny. So horny to the point where I was shaking. I had been thinking about trying stuff with Shaun and I felt like this was the time to do it. So, I drew an ass in the sand nearby, and then Shaun smiled and said, “Nice.” I then laughed and drew a dick cumming on the ass and Shaun laughed. Somehow sex slaves got brought up, and thats when I made Shaun a bet, that if I lost, I would have to be his ‘slave’, which …

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caught in drag

My brother was 4 years older than me and had gotten married. His wife was a tall, slender girl with narrow hips, long legs and well formed breasts. I was about her size. I was a bit taller and a bit skinnier, and I had a cock that would not go soft. It seemed like I had a hard on most of my waking hours and probably while I slept, too! I used to jack off every chance I got. I could think about guys I saw in gym class, washing their tight bodies in the showers, or my sister-in-laws underwear drawer. It had all the lacy undies, bras, slips and pantyhose that felt so good as I caressed my throbbing cock with them. I know she had a bit of a thing for me …

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Growing Up in Gwinnett Volume 5

This is the true story of a road trip I made to North Carolina. When I was 17 years old, I drove up to Gastonia, NC to visit a buddy. At the time, I was just under 6′ and weighed around 155. My friend had grown up in my neighborhood, and he and his family had recently moved to NC. It was the summer time before my senior year, so it seemed like a good reason for a road trip. This was before cell phones and the internet. To travel from Atlanta to North Carolina was a big trip for me. I arrived safely after a 4 1/2 hour drive. I spent several days with him, even driving over toMyrtle Beach for two days and hanging with girls on the beach, before heading back home. …

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College Experiments—part 5

Chapter 5 I woke up the next morning horny, hungry, and late for class. Zack was already gone…or had never come back. I had no idea which. I grabbed a towel and walked down the hallway for a quick shower, my brain swirling with images from yesterday. Three times I had cum yesterday—twice with a guy. What the fuck. As I lathered up, a lithe blond guy named Parker walked in and got under a shower head across from me. I caught myself staring at his ass and felt my dick getting longer and fuller between my legs. I briefly daydreamed about walking across the shower and putting my hand on that firm butt but stopped myself. “Steady, boy,” I muttered to myself as I left the shower. I swear Parker glanced between my legs …

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A Trucker’s Story

I’ve been an over the road truck driver for twenty five years. I got married a few years after I started driving and things went good for almost five years, but then my wife wanted me to quit and find a job that I could be home every night. We argued about it for another two years and then we split and divorced. She couldn’t have children which made the ordeal a lot easier. Now that I’ve told you a little bit about me, now I can tell you just one of many incidents that have happened while on the road. It’s always worth you while to look into any vehicle passing you to see what might be happening inside. I’ve had women flash their tits so many times. Also had a few men masturbating …

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Steve – the bareback pipe-fitter

I was on holiday from work and had been out for the morning in nearby Coventry, taking candid photos of young men in the sun mostly, and I got back to Birmingham about 2 o’clock. Just under the pedestrian ramp leading out of the railway station were the public toilets. I had heard about “cottaging” and knew that this lavatory, being busy and anonymous, was such a place. Whether or not my subconscious was drawing me to the place today I don’t know but when I actually went down there, it was to pay a genuine call, so I duly paid and went into a cubicle. The partitions between the cubicles didn’t quite reach the ground, so there was a gap underneath of about 6 inches. After a while, my curiosity got the better of …

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