"Damien fantasizes over his fellow team players."
Damien had stayed later than the rest of the members of the soccer team, spending some one on one time with the coach. When he came to the locker room, he was surprised to hear the shower running down the...
"A first time gay sex with a very hot boy."
My name is Leo, and I am 16. Before I was the age I am currently, I was completely straight. But, being in an all-boys boarding school, I haven't been used to girls. I haven't had my first boob, pussy, or even...
"I began humping the ass of the most homophobic guy I know...."
"C'mon ladies! One Two One two!" That's the coach. He always yells at us, like otherwise we wouldn't have the motivation to swim. But he's a good coach anyway. Most coaches would have thought twice about adding a gay member...
"Last of 5 parts. This one has girls, but that will make sense if you've read the previous four."
He did stay that night, and the three nights after that. He left the house only to work, I left it only to get more groceries and lay in supplies of beer and wine. We were naked most of the...
"Girls make a brief appearance in this one, but it's mostly two guys."
Several minutes passed. We lay there quietly, letting our breathing return to normal. “God, that was hot,” Steve said. “Oh, yes.” “You know what I need? A shower and some breakfast.” “Sounds good to me.” I gave his dick a...
"And so the story continues, although there aren't any girls in this chapter"
“Your turn,” I said. “Strip.” Steve stood up. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged it off, then kicked off his shoes. When his hands went to his waist, I stopped him. “I’ll help,” I said. I unbuttoned the fly, lowered...
"Taking up where we left off in Part 1"
The minutes passed. Steve and I lay there on our backs, our breathing slowly getting back to normal. I slowly stroked his thigh with the back of my hand, just trying to keep contact with his warm skin. “It’s been...
"My girlfriend maneuvered me into a night of group sex that was my first with a man, but not the last"
A few months after my divorce I moved down the coast a short way from San Francisco, to a smallish town where I hoped to get some of the quiet I had long craved. The divorce had not been especially...
For the third night that week, Colin lay awake, staring at the black ceiling, alone in his small dorm room, unable to block out the noise from his neighbour's room. He was 'entertaining' a lady friend, a different one from...
