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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I Tasted My First Cock. He crosses line between fantasy & reality.
First, all events described in this story actually happened to me. I've finally decided to put it to writing to see what others think.
Just some details about me: I'm currently 33, I'm 5'11", 195 lbs and by most accounts most people say I'm attractive (black hair, goatee, olive complexion, hairy chest). I am currently married but this story is about events that happened when I was single (starting about 4 yrs ago).
Growing up I've always loved women (and still do). I guess thoughts of being with a man started occurring after watching numerous X-rated movies. At first I would get off just watching the women giving blow jobs and getting fucked. Then I guess I started paying attention on what kinds of looks the women were giving with a cock in their mouth. They seemed to enjoy it so much so I began thinking what would it be like to have my mouth stuffed with some guy's cock. That led to many masturbatory fantasies that kept me satisfied for some time. The thought of a guy just using my mouth for his pleasure just thrilled me.
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I Hate You (Justin's Side). Love occasionally has to wait.
The good things about going to college during the summer semester were smaller classes, sunny days and weekends skating. It also gave me time to write and prepare for the adjustment from living at home to being a college student without the intensity of the Fall Semester. I'd always been a bookworm; my father had to practically kick me out of the house to get me to do anything other than read, write and study. Dad had been a jock; I wasn't what he'd wanted out of a son. My sister was a better son to him than I was; of course, as far as Dad was concerned, he had two daughters. Yeah, my parents knew I was gay. They'd been cool with it, and supported me through my coming out, but I know it was just one more disappointment for my father. When I had a chance to go to college early, I jumped at it.
The only problem with summer semester was the heat. Why I chose a southern college was beyond me. I suppose I was planning on having warmer winters and didn't think about the fact that summers would broil your skin off by noon. Of course, that also meant there were a lot of great looking guys wandering about with their shirts off. I think that's how I fell for Bryan; it wasn't quite love at first sight, we had English class together so we'd already seen each other a lot, but it was definitely infatuation at first stumble.
"Look Out!" It was all I could think to call out as some idiot walked right into the skate-zone while I was taking my turn. He ruined a really good shot at some air. I didn't plow right into him by a combination of his quick reflexes and my nearly throwing myself off the board to keep from hitting him.
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