My father had raised me almost all my life. My mother had left us when I was very young. A couple of months after my eighteenth birthday my father passed away in an automobile accident. He had made arrangements that I was to live with his best friend and business partner if anything ever happened to him. His name was Collin. Collin was to take care of my trust and me until I was...
I was about 25 years old, blonde hair, blue eyes, hairy chest, and I have a pretty nice cock, about 6.5 inches, cut, and thick. I was assigned to work with Jordan through a mentorship program for troubled teens. Jordan was 18 when I met him and he had been around the block several times. He had struggled with drugs, had a lot of problems with school and had a rough childhood. His...
October 13th, 1980 Would you like to know why I enjoy seducing older men so much? It's definitely not because I think older men can teach me how to be a better lover. Nor is it because I am desperately grasping for a father figure. If you theorized that I do it for financial reasons, you are wrong once again. I don't bed older men as a challenge, either. In truth, older men are...
Eric was invited by his friend to stay over the entire weekend. Ron was more than happy to allow this, as he knew he would be able to get Eric’s hard, young cock in him one more time on Sunday. Ron anxiously counted the hours until the following morning. Eric awoke at 6:00 Sunday morning. Ron did not have to work the previous night, so he was already waiting in the living room....
September 30th, 1980 At two in the morning, I brought forty-seven year old Gary home after meeting him at a coffee shop. He possessed a strong broad chest from working construction, and years of weightlifting gave his appendages a stocky appearance. After removing all of our clothes, Gary reclined on my leather sofa. By his calm composure, I could tell that Gary was accustomed to...
It had been a long day at work and I couldn't be bothered cooking so I decided to go for a walk on the strand down the road from my house. It was a very warm evening and I had been feeling particularly horny so I got into my shorts and t-shirt, the kind of tight shiny Adidas shorts that accentuate my bulge and ass. I may be in my thirties, but I keep trim and, if I may say so, look...
Mark was everything I could have asked for in a lover, a partner, a friend. He never complained that my job was too demanding; that was a nice switch. He seemed to find ways to amuse himself without getting into trouble, as there was the T.V., the mini-gym, and on some days I left the car and went to work with a friend. One day, about a week or two after he had come to live with...
I have had bisexual thoughts for years, but have never had the guts to act on them until recently. One of my neighbors is a professional painter and he always invites his son John to assist him on certain projects. John is 18 and a freshman at the University of Florida. I booked his father Peter to paint four bedrooms in my house. He asked me if his son could do the work over the...
For the next 7 days, all Ron could think about was how well Eric fucked him. He went through each day in a constant state of arousal, and could not wait until the coming Saturday. Ron was mentally planning what he and Eric would do next. Saturday finally arrived and Ron came home from work at his usual time, 6:00am. To his delight, Eric was sitting on the couch waiting for him....
My best friend in high school and I were always together. We went everywhere and had the same interests. We knew that we were gay, but did not talk about it. My friend’s parents were divorced and he lived with his father. My friend’s dad, Ron, was a nice guy, and was your typical “dad” figure. I always found myself attracted to him, and wondered why he never had a girlfriend since he had been...
This is the true story of my first time with a man. I seriously considered finding a man to call my own during my first term at college, a little while after I turned eighteen. I’d known that I was gay since around third grade, when I started masturbating to thoughts of my father, my teachers, and my grown-up neighbors. I have always had an attraction to older men, especially the ...
It all started about five years ago, when I was twenty-five. I was very recently graduated from a Minnesota college with a degree it had taken me six years to obtain, and I was living alone in Dover, not far from London in southern England. Life was good, but things could have been better. I wasn't a pain, although I wasn't exactly an angel either. I made friends and we all got...
It was his eyes, I think, that first drew my attention just as they did all those years ago. Josh was just a little kid back then; an ordinary little kid; a kid in my primary school class. His eyes were large and deep brown. He had long lashes. I remember thinking that they looked like girl’s eyes. So beautiful. His face was round, and his hair was dark brown, with little lights of...
It was competition now; who would become the King's favorite? The devilishly handsome Robert Carr was no longer the only possible solution for the King to turn to when he needed the erotic company of another man. And I was determined that James of Scotland and England would one day love me more than the Earl of Somerset. My physique was just as good as Carr's; however, I had charm...
"George, my boy, I promise you will be very happy at Court!" My uncle was hardly making me feel better. I was twenty-two years old, and I had been safe and content in my old home in southern England, where I had been raised. I was worldly and handsome, with long dark hair and a finely chiseled face, but this had not been enough. No: my mother's brother had to see that I...
It had been a glorious day and the night was warm and sultry and, to be honest, I could not sleep. At 1AM I climbed into the car and headed out into the Irish countryside and headed for a nice cove I knew just a short drive from home. As the lights of the city disappeared behind me I reached over and turned on the radio and searching the channels found some soft music to drive by. ...
I decided I wanted to work over my summer break before my senior year in college. I needed to make some extra cash because I needed to buy a computer before school started back. I wanted to go to North Carolina to work because the summer heat of Florida was getting old. My dad got me a job at a river rafting company in a small tourist town in the mountains of North Carolina. The...
Ted Baxter was playing street hockey with his friends when the moving van arrived and parked in front of the vacant two-story house on Stanley Street. Vacant, that is, until about an hour earlier when the new owner had arrived to take possession of it. Ted had noticed his arrival, and immediately thought that the thirty-something man who stopped to watch them play their game before he...
Roger was a bit taken aback. “I - I’m not sure what you mean,” he stammered. There was that feeling in his crotch again. What was happening to him? He blushed, sure that Ted could tell he was now sporting a raging hard-on. But Ted kept looking straight into his eyes. “I met you before,” Ted said. “I thought it was at State U., but now I don’t think so. It was in a dream. Weird,...
Ten minutes later, Roger was nervously fumbling with his keys as he tried to unlock the front door. Ted reached over and steadied his hand. The key went in, turned, and the door opened. A few seconds later they were inside and the door was shut behind them. “Want another beer?” asked Roger. “Sure, if you need one,” answered Ted. “Are you legal?” asked Roger. “I mean, I’m not...
Though the bed was assembled, there were no sheets on it. Neither of them noticed this, however, as they moved closer, first sitting on the edge, then falling sideways to lay on the bare mattress, their lips still locked in a passionate kiss and their arms encircling each other in a firm but gentle embrace. Roger was happier in this moment that he had ever been in his entire life....
Roger, still in his dreams, shifted his body to a more comfortable position and slept on. When he woke in the morning, his first reaction was to wonder where he was. The room seemed unfamiliar to him. He rolled onto his back and found himself naked, under a loose sheet and blanket. Then the memories came flooding back. He rose and walked into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the...
“Hi Mr. Ferguson!” The voice came from behind me as I got out of my car. I turned to see who had called my name and there stood a handsome young man, about six feet tall, well built, early twenties, dark hair, deep set eyes, dark eyebrows, clean shaven face and a knock ’em dead smile. I didn’t recognize him and wondered how he knew my name. He must have realized this because he...
The rest of the afternoon I wandered around in a kind of daze. My son was gay, and I was going to spend the evening with his one-time lover. At least, I think they must have been lovers. That’s the impression I got from Alan. Maybe I read him wrong. Maybe they were both gay, but not lovers. Alan was so handsome. I looked him up in my son’s yearbook and sure enough, there he was,...
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