Hot Summer Night. First time between two friends.
Summer break. It was the summer between my senior year of high school and my freshman year college. I didn’t hate high school. I had a lot of good memories with my best friend Don. We weren’t unpopular, but we were far from part of the “cool” crowd. We rarely got invited to parties, and even worse, we never had girlfriends. At least we weren’t the guys who got picked on by the jocks. I was actually a member of the track team, so I earned a certain amount of acceptance with the cool crowd. Just not enough to be a full-fledged member.
As I was lazing around, reflecting on my life, the phone rang.
“Hello?”
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How Can You Describe The Feeling?. Adventures in Bearland.
How can one describe in words the feeling that you get when a beautiful hard cock slides into you? How can you tell someone about the moment when that faceless man leaning against the wall in the dark room of the bathhouse makes you the centre of his world? Alternatively, the one with the thick uncut cock grabs you by the back of the head and forces himself down your throat?
I am a bathhouse boy and love the feeling of faceless sex. Being able to take part in some of the most unabashed and unfettered sex, doing that with as many partners as you want in one night or just being a voyeur.
There are nights that I go to the bath and look for the roughest, raunchiest sex you can imagine. Nights like that I can play out my wildest pig boy fantasies; let the bears use me for whatever they want and I relish the role. I have been made to crawl on my hands and knees through the entire bath with a collar and leash on and had whomever do whatever they wanted to me. I loved that night, the man who owned me made me suck so much cock that my jaw was sore for a week. There were men that took my ass with such force that I felt as if I was ripping open, and then there were the ones that just fucked me because they could; I leaked cum for the entire next day. That night was also one where I drank piss from the glorious cock of my master and his friends when we all went back to his house to carry on the pig boy role.
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I Was His Girl For The Summer. Two friend
This is a purely fictional story. If you are offended by gay stories, you should not read the story.
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I remember it well; it is edged in my mind forever. It was the summer of 1974 and my parents planned for the family to spend a month at the beach. I asked them if I could invite Sergio and they said it was fine. When we got to the beach house, the attic had been converted into a bedroom and my parents told me that we could room there.
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How To Say "I Love You". Words aren't always necessary.
I ran my fingers over the embossed lettering again. It was only a "thank you" card, but I still had tears in my eyes. I had thought he'd walked in, grabbed the first one that wasn't too sappy or "girlie" and left. He'd told me otherwise. I imagined David standing in the Hallmark Store, awash in a sea of choices, agonizing over the prefect card; it was a strange image. It didn't matter if he'd grabbed the first or the last he'd seen; the simple, straightforward style said it all. "To my best friend," was all it said on the cover. Inside, it was as simple, "Thank you for being who you are," and was finished off with his nearly illegible, Dave. Hell, in the fifteen years we'd been friends, he'd never bought me a card. Sure, his mom did for my birthdays when we were younger, but we all knew that no teen-aged guy bought cards for his friends.
He wasn't here. He had walked out, and I had no idea if he would be back. I thought about how we'd gotten to this point. It was like tracing the texture of the card; there were layers upon layers. In the end, it was far more than what was on the surface.
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His First Taste of a Man. She arranges a same
Though some strange positions have undoubtedly been seen when two naked bodies occupy a bed for the purpose of giving and receiving pleasure, this one had to be stranger than most.
He was bent nearly double, head on a pillow about two feet away from the headboard, with his legs thrown up over his head. Toes hooked under the edge of the headboard, and legs spread as wide as he could manage.
She was reclining by his side. Her hand reached into the "C" shape his body was contorted into, slowly stroking his hard cock.
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