Prelude to Lesbos

"My same-sex feelings aroused by my long-time best friend's invitation"

Note: This is a real-life true story that is happening to me personally at this moment: Several months ago, my dearest friend in the world revealed to me that she has come to appreciate the sensual, sexual intimacies of another...

The Botanical Beauty: Part I-Her First Trip

"Serendipity and computers throw Isabella in John's path, but to what end?"

The Botanical Beauty: Part I--Her First Trip For as long as Isabella Bloom could remember, she'd dreamt of studying plant biology with Dr. Phineas Studman at Berkeley. Now barely eighteen, and acting against her parent’s wishes of attending University of...

Island Surprise

"My first wet and wild pajama party in the Caribbean"

(My very first time writing this type of story, first time entering a competition, but it feels good. All constructive comments welcomed. here goes) I was nearing then end of my summer vacation. I had been on the island of...

First Cock

"This is my first true story. It is the first time i saw a cock"

I had never seen a cock before, I had touched a few, mostly through a guy's pants or shorts, but I had never seen one naked and up close. I actually gasped in surprise as I saw him pull his...

How my girlfriend turned me gay, Part IV

"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...

How my girlfriend turned me gay, Part III

"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...

How my girlfriend turned me gay, Part 2

"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...