He was dressed in a pin-stripped grey three piece suit, white shirt, and red tie. A bottle of wine was in his hand. An enormous war raged inside me in an attempt to decide if this was indeed the right thing to do. Wes, the thirty-nine year old dean of student services at the university where I attended graduate school, was going to be my first man-to-man sexual experience.
Beginners Luck - About A Very Lucky Gay Sexual Awakening
Mark's First Blow Job
I invited Mark in and we made small talk all the while I was wearing nothing but a towel and my hard-on. Now, let me tell you,, Mark was supposed to be straight.. He lived for fucking girls, or at least that what he led everyone to believe. I was starting to have a hard time keeping my hard-on from exposing my desires and started to excuse myself to go put some clothes on. Mark said at this point that it was cool with him if I wanted to just stay there in a towel. I looked at Mark and he was slowly rubbing his crotch and his bulge had definitely gotten bigger.. Man, he must really be hung.. Should I make a move or not?
Getting To Know A Neighbor Intimately
Jake then turned to hand me the coke, and my heart jumped when I saw the plainly visible tenting under his zipper. I caught my breath, and he noticed it. He also looked down at my legs and lower body, and I knew that he knew of my state of arousal. I hoped that my body was turning him on as his was turning me on. I'm a small but strongly built man, 5'4" tall, 140 lbs., fair to medium complextion, a fairly hairy body, graying and slightly balding hair on top, bespectacled. My penis is cut and about 6-7" when really hard. If a man wants someone like me....healthy and extremely clean, and willing to give a man whatever he needs to be pleasured, I'm available and willing, and up to that day I'd never had any sexual contact with a man whatsoever. But I was ready then.
Blowjob For Jose
It wasn't the weather and it wasn't that I lacked for anything interesting to do. I was a wonderfully warm spring night, and I had plans to go dancing with some friends, including Marc, a hot black guy I've been flirting with lately. I should have been interested, it would be fun, it always was fabulous fun to be out with these guys. But the fact was that it wasn't appealing to me tonight.
Rookie Cop and His Partner
My first week becomes a blur of wailing sirens, speeding squad cars and cold revolvers coupled with the realization that my youthful good looks and trim, uniform-clad body had drawn the attention of the others officers. But, I fail to realize exactly what it is my ruggedly handsome partner has in mind when he clasps my strong thigh in a comradely way.
Walked For Miles
His wife had gone out of town for the weekend, and he was spending his late night wandering online looking at porn, tweaking a line or two in a short story, and drinking his way through a four-pack of Guinness. Cans were never as good as bottles, but he took what he could get.
Going Hiking with Uncle Rob
He worked with my dad at the sawmill. He was a tall, muscular man with dark hair and skin and remarkably blue eyes. Once when I was 18 my parents had went out and I was home alone one after noon. Uncle Rob came over to talk to my dad but he wasn't home so he invited me to come on a hike with him through Millers Woods. I accepted since I was home alone and bored.
Gay Adventure with Rick
The message from my friend said I should come by anytime if I had the chance. He was straight, but besides that he was pretty alright. We met up Saturday morning to cycle through the local neighborhoods.
Chris And Mark
And read it he did. While reading it he discovered that Mark had a secret fantasy about having his head shaved by a burglar. When he read that part an evil little plan began to form in the back of his mind. "I'd have to find an excuse to be out of the house that night. Hmmmmm. AH! I've got it. I'll tell Mark that I'm going to be spending the night at my fathers house. I'll tell him that my dad came down with the flu and that he needs some one to watch him over night since mom died."
Rich Man's Son
My first real chance at independence came when I was sent away to the "correct" preparatory school (Groton, of course). It turned out that my roommate (Charles Lowell Carlyle) was also an only child from an old Connecticut family that had close ties to the Lowell family in Massachusetts. Both of our families were delighted when they found out with whom their son was rooming and were doubly pleased when we let it be known that we actually liked each other! Charlie was a much under his parents' thumbs as I was, but he, too, had an independent streak bursting to express itself and we both kind of re-enforced each other's feeble attempts to live our own lives.
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