As June faded into July I began to wonder if I would find the right college. After graduating tenth in my class with cumulative of 4.0 I had little doubts that I would not be able to get into Penn State, although I did have my doubts about the football scholarship. One day I got a call from the assistant head coach of my high school varsity team.

“Chris, I know you’ve graduated and are really busy looking for schools,” he started out, “but I bet I can help with that scholarship. Why don’t you come by the house tonight and we can strike up a deal. But it’s gonna cost you.”

So I finished dinner and headed straight for the car. Dad asked where I was going and I said just out to hang with a few of my friends.

As I pulled into his street I noticed that he was out mowing the lawn. He was topless and was wearing only a pair of short hiking shorts. He had beautiful pecs that I’ve always wanted to nibble on. And just below them was a nicely sculpted six-pack.

As I approached the driveway he motioned for me to just park in the street. He apparently wanted to put the mower back before I parked in front of the little utility shed.

As I got out he pulled a shirt over his head and said to make myself at home in the living room while he put the mower away. I opened the front door to reveal a moderately sized room with two sofas and an armchair. Above the fireplace were many football trophies, which made me wonder why he never went on to college ball.

A few minutes later he came through the back of the house to meet me. He was about 5’ 2” well tanned and in great shape for his age. I knew he had just celebrated his thirty-sixth birthday the past week. In fact there seemed to be some wrapping paper peeking out of a trashcan nearby the doorway.

He settled down in the armchair that was opposite the sofa I was sitting on. He asked me a few questions about where I was looking and why I wanted to attend there. After about half an hour or so he finally said that he could get me a position on the team at Penn State and the scholarship along with it. His old time roommate worked as the athletics director and was close with the football team.

“So, there you have it.” he said. “Now just one favor.”

“A favor?” I asked quizzically.

“Yes. Remember I mentioned it’s gonna cost you.”

“Oh yeah that’s right. I forgot,” I said. “So what do you want me to do?”

“Come over here and I’ll tell you.”

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t was a normal afternoon.

When I was straight.

I’m about 6 3″ and blond short hair and athletic body.

Lately I had not been having the greatest times with the ladies I met at the clubs or the bar. It was weird for me that none of those girls had turned me on in a certain way.
It was weird without the sexual attention I usually got from the hot girls at the bar. I guess they didn’t find me attractive anymore, but I looked the same.

I asked one of my closest friends named Chad, (we’d been close since the 8th grade and we were the ladies men back in high school. All the girls wanted us.) He had told me, it might be a vibe that I was sending out. That the girls knew that I didn’t wanna be messed with. Or a look on my face that seemed not interested.

That weekend, Chad and I went out on Saturday night to have a great time. I wasn’t drinking so much. Only thing distracting me was the loud music from the gay club right across the street, which seemed interesting to me. It felt like the club was calling me to come. Or it was like I belonged there. So I decided to go check it out thinking nothing was gonna happen because I was not gay.

I told Chad I had to use the restroom (not like he cared). I walked across the street looking around every once in a while to see if anyone I knew was around to catch me going in. As I entered the place, the manly smell just entered my body and adrenaline was pumping at a speeding pace. I looked around and found all the guys staring at me. But I liked the attention.

I sat down at the bar and had the first drink on the menu, which was beer. I could see my self just blending in with the other guys. Thinking I should try something new I sat with a group of guys who were in a circle.

The guys gave me a wink and started whispering to each other. I liked that, so I smiled and laid back. When suddenly I felt a bulge growing in my jeans. I pulled it down so no one could see. But it was too late. I was just sitting there when this one guy comes up.
He introduced himself to me.

Andy was about the same height as I was with brown eyes and spiked up hair. He was good looking. He grabbed me by the wrist and took me into the restroom. I said nothing but coughed every now and then. We got into the restroom and he tore all of my clothes and dropped them on the floor. I did the same also so it would look like I knew what I was doing.

I took a look at his body and it felt so right. His sexy smooth skin and uncut cock really was a turn on. He started kissing down my body until he got to my enraged eight-inch cock. He sucked like a pro and I loved it as much as he did too. Until I shot my load in his mouth. He came up and started to kiss me. My juices all around his lips tasted so good. I had to stop kissing him because I knew Chad was already drunk and I knew I had to take him back home…

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Part 1

Having been brought up by strict religious parents, I was a bit of a late starter when it comes to sex compared to a lot of my friends; although I’d had girlfriends since I was about fourteen I’d never gone further than kissing and touching (apart from one older girl who gave me a very half-hearted and not very exciting blow-job when I was sixteen) because for some reason, that I didn’t understand at the time, the girls didn’t seem to have the same effect on me as they did on my friends.

The first really enjoyable sexual encounter I had was when I was eighteen. My aunt had just had a baby which mum was keen to see so my parents were going to visit her, but I wasn’t interested in going with them, so I said I would stay home. They agreed that I didn’t have to go with them, and I thought how great it would be to have the house to myself for a whole week, however they had other plans and told me that my uncle Steve would be coming to stay while they were away, because they didn’t think I was old enough to stay home alone.

Actually he wasn’t my real uncle, he was just a friend of my dad’s younger brother, but I’d always called him Uncle Steve ever since I was a little boy, when he would visit with my uncle. I hadn’t seen him since I was six, he was nineteen then and had teased me, and I hated that they wanted him to come and stay. I was eighteen, and I didn’t need anyone to take care of me, especially him, but they said it was to take care of the house as well as me, and despite my pleading and sulking, they wouldn’t change their minds.

Steve arrived on Friday night, and on Saturday morning my parents said goodbye and set off; after they’d left I went straight up to my room, and stayed there all day playing my music loud in protest. In the evening Steve came to my room and asked if I wanted anything to eat, I couldn’t say no as I suddenly realised just how hungry I was, so I agreed to him ordering pizza and when it arrived I went downstairs to eat it with him.

Steve got a couple of beers from the fridge, which he must have put in there after my parents left, as they would never have alcohol in the house and I’d only tried it at my friend’s house, he offered me one, and I thanked him as I took the bottle, and thought that maybe this week wouldn’t be so bad after all.

We sat in silence for a while as we ate the pizza and drank the beer.

“Do you have pizza a lot?” asked Steve when I was about halfway through mine.

“Almost never,” I replied with a pout. “Mum hates me eating junk; she won’t have it in the house!”

“Your mum needs to lighten up,” he said with a grin. “A kid’s gotta eat junk sometimes, it’s not natural not to!”

I couldn’t agree more, I loved pizza and burgers but mum wouldn’t have them in the house, so the only time I got to eat them was when…

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It was an ordinary summer day and I awoke at 1:00 pm as was my routine at the time. Rolling out of bed thoughts began flooding my head as for how I was going to spend another lazy midsummer day. I decided on calling up a couple friends to hang out for the rest of the day, but I made sure to leave time to jack off that night, as I was especially horny.

My dad poked his head through my door; I guess he heard me waking up, “So you decided to get up after all. I’m glad because I wanted you to mow the yard and then later we need to get fitted for our tuxes.” Well so much for my plans, at least I should still have time to rub one out to some Internet porn tonight. I had forgotten I was supposed to get a tux for my sisters wedding, not my favorite way to spend a Friday I had off work. I rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of green cargo shorts. I decided not to wear a shirt so I could show off my newly earned chiseled chest. Before this summer I was sporting a layer of baby fat and some droopy pecks that I managed to work off with a month of rigorous exercise.

I dunked my head into the shower and rustled my blonde hair into a messy but sexy style. After I was satisfied that I looked good I ran downstairs and pushed the mower out of the garage. It was an excellent day to be outside, the sky was clear blue and there was a light breeze to combat the summer heat. As I mowed all I could think about was sex, mostly fantasies with guys from school. I imagined being at a party and some hot jock inviting me in a threesome to fuck his girl. We would be in one of the spare bedrooms with the lights dimmed, and he and his girlfriend both go down on me leading each other’s tongues up my cock. He of course had a perfectly toned body and a nice round ass that I would soon fuck. Just as I got to the part in my fantasy where it was my turn to suck him off I reached the last corner of grass and turned the mower off.

I ran my hand down my sweaty torso and adjusted my now hard dick so it wasn’t as noticeable and went inside for an ice cold drink. No sooner had I gotten through the door before my dad came downstairs, “Put a shirt on muscles and let’s go, the tuxedo place closes in an hour.”

So I did and we were off. Cruising down the highway I pondered if I would ever tell my dad or anyone else that I was gay or at least bi. We drove by a cute couple walking down the sidewalk holding hands and I longed to be with someone. At that point I would have settled for anyone guy or girl to love and hold. Most of my friends would probably abandon me if they found out I was gay, so I tried to come to terms with the…

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I turned 20 today but it wasn’t the best day. I was very confused about my sexuality. I knew I liked both sexes. I was very much attracted to Japanese girls because I had been learning Japanese for 11years. I had never experienced sex with another man but I had always dreamed about it. I was sitting in my English Course at TAFE, I needed to continue learning more about English to get a good job involving Japanese. Sitting at the desk in front of me, was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen, he was my age, and seemed very straight, all the girls would hang all over him.

He sat facing me. It had been like this all year. Occasionally I would look up and admire his straight hair and his brown eyes, I imagined what his cock would look like, big, strong and veiny. I never thought I was very big down there. All my ex girlfriends told me it was the biggest they had seen, about 9 inches it was, 7inches when soft. All of the girls said it looked very good when soft and even better when hard. Today, he was being a prick, he looked and laughed at all of his mates, pulled his pants down and there it was, my dream penis…well, It wasn’t very big, about half my size. I sat there staring, he began laughing and looking at his mates signaling at them to laugh.

I wasn’t happy at all, I was very embarrassed. I had never been a confident person, example being sticking up for myself, but I did today. “Chiisai” I said, which meant Small in Japanese. “Nani?” he asked, meaning what. I said nothing after that. I didn’t realize he was also studying Japanese. After about five minutes, Someone kicked me in the shin, I looked forward and he was looking at me, he then threw a scrunched up piece of paper at me, I unfolded it, it read “Lets wag the Assembly, meet me in the toilets next to the library.” This made me spring to attention. I looked at him and nodded.

After Class had finished, I immediately went to the toilets, there were three cubicles, one being a wheelchair cubicle and two normal ones.

“Is that you?” I heard someone whisper.

I walked toward the wheelchair cubicle, I looked at the dial and it said occupied, then suddenly it changed to vacant. I then pushed the door open, there he was, sitting on the toilet seat with no shirt on, he wasn’t exactly built, but he had a flat stomach with a small snail trail leading from his belly-button. He looked so damn hot though. “I am small am I? Let me see you,” he said.

“Wouldn’t that make you a bit…gay?” I asked.

“I guess so” he replied.

My dream had come true. I assumed that I was the first one he came out to. I then slowly unzipped my pants, groping myself while doing it. I looked at him while his eyes rolled back. I was left standing there in no pants, he stared at the bulge in my briefs, his eyes were wide open. I knew exactly what he wanted. I then pulled my briefs down, and my cock popped out, I was surprisingly still soft. His eyes grew even wider.

“What do you think?” I asked him.

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At just a few minutes after 4 am, my phone rang. I immediately assumed there had been some death or injury in the family. I answered only to hear his voice, still dry and groggy from just waking up. “Paul. It’s Trent. Wanna come help me with my morning wood?”

“Yeah.” I replied.

“Come on over. I just unlocked the front door.”

I jumped out of bed and brushed my teeth. I got dressed and went next door, tapping a couple times before I went in. As I opened the door, I heard him say, “Back here!” I turned the corner to his bedroom, but what I saw just didn’t register. He had turned his body up so that his ass was straight up in the air. His feet were against the wall above his head, and he was sucking his own cock! I was so confused.

“What the hell?” were the words that came out of my mouth.

I had so many questions, but then he gave me my orders, “Eat my ass, Dude…while I suck my cock. I’ve always fantsized about this, but chicks don’t eat ass.”

I got onto the bed, so my stomach was against his back, and his ass was in my face. I could look him right in the eye, and see his cock moving in and out of his own mouth. He sure didn’t look like an amateur at this.

“Is a guy gay if he sucks his own cock?” I wondered. Maybe not. You’re not gay if you jack yourself off, but jacking another guy off is suspicious at the very least. The truth is, there are certain natural gifts a guy needs to be able to blow himself, and this guy had both the agility and the big cock to pull it off, and I had to admit it was totally hot to see happening!

As I probed his ass with my tongue, he brought his feet forward, so that they were both directly in my face. My body braced against his back meant that he didn’t need his legs extended to maintain his position. I took a break from eating his ass, and started licking the soles of his beautiful feet. He moaned as I worked on his feet, and kept a finger sliding around his ass, which was still slick with my spit. “I have to be to work in an hour. Get back on my ass,” he said, and I willing obliged. I wondered what it was about a guy giving me instructions that was such a turn on, but now was not the time to delve into the psychological aspects of hot sex!

I looked into his eyes, as I pressed my tongue into his…

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I had just moved into my new place; a one-bedroom condo in a nice part of town. I was single again, and half looking forward to some independence and time alone.

I was coming back in from the store—another quiet Friday night at home—when I heard someone say, “Hello!”. As I looked up, I saw my young neighbor—probably in his late 20s, tall, strikingly handsome, and very wholesome looking. “Hey, how’s it going?”, I responded. He had a big smile on his face, and I thought to myself, “Man, if only I were only a few years younger…”

Who was I kidding, I’ve always been tragically shy. Odd thing about my personality, when I’m among people who have no sexual significance to me, I’m outgoing and confident. The second I am either interested in someone or feel they’re interested in me, it’s like my mind shuts down. In this case, I hadn’t even considered this guy to be anything more than a neighbor, so we talked with ease.

“I’m Trent,” he said with an expectant look on his face. “Paul”, I responded, as I shook his outstretched hand. He asked if I had just moved in, and I told him I had. He said he thought he heard someone over there, and then saw lights on, but didn’t know whether someone had actually moved in. He said my unit had been vacant for some time.

We stood on the walkway between our second floor units and got to know each other a bit. He is an aspiring chef, and works odd hours. No time for dating, due to his work and school schedules, and the fact that he often ends up working late. He was a clean-cut kid from Nebraska, and I had no doubt he’d freak if he realized he was talking to a gay guy. So, I spoke with ambiguity when I explained that I had just ended a relationship, and moved on. He again emphasized that he hadn’t been with a woman in so long, he couldn’t remember what it was like.

After about an hour, he said, “So, you have plans tonight?” I told him I didn’t, and that I just planned to chill. He said, “Cool, why don’t I run up and grab us some beers, and we can hang out.” I told him I don’t drink, but that I have a six-pack of Corona in the fridge that I keep for company. Living in the Southwest, Corona seems like a beer staple, so I had picked it up along with a couple bottles of wine the last time I was at the store. He said, “Cool, let me change clothes, and I’ll be over in a few minutes.”

I put away my groceries, and it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t…

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I knew the moment the cute little blond twink strolled into my storefront gym that I was going to have him, but by the way he shrank away from me and trembled a bit when I approached him, I also knew I would have to prepare for that moment well.

“Hi, I’m Rod.” I said pleasantly. “I run this place and act as personal trainer. And who are you and what are you interested in?”

I had hoped that he’d say right out that he wanted to be fucked by a horse-hung muscle stud like me, but he didn’t respond to that innuendo.

“Hi, Rod. I’m Craig. I’m tired of everyone thinking I’m too young to buy beer. I want to bulk up.”

“You mean something like this?” I said, and I pulled my gym T over my head. I could hear Craig gasp when he saw my massive, well-cut torso.

“Y-e-s-s,” he stammered out.

“Well, let’s see what we have to work with,” I said pleasantly. “Off with that T-shirt.”

He stripped his T off, and I could tell right off that he wouldn’t bulk up very much, although we could do something with those pecs and abs. But I also saw that I wouldn’t want him to bulk up too much. He was one beautiful twink. It set my cock to twitching just to see him.

But I told him that I could help him if he came in twice a week. And he did that for the next two months, during which time I unfolded my plan to have my cock pulsating inside his cute little bod. I gave him a lot of personal attention, telling him that I wanted him to go shirtless in his workouts so I could see what was being worked out and how well in the exercises and that I would go shirtless as well so he could see what muscles were being worked with the exercises. And I gave him plenty of muscle work to see during the workouts—all except for the one muscle I really wanted him to see. I took care of that by hitting the showers whenever he did and giving him a full display.

For the first couple of weeks he remained ultrasensitive to my touching him or even coming close, but I was persistent in needing to put my hands on him to show him how to do the exercises properly, and slowly but surely he let me touch him and, with time and confidence, to let my hands linger on the curves and folds of his torso and legs during the exercises. And he was lingering longer in the shower as well. One evening after two months of preparation, I began to slowly stroke out my cock while we were in the shower and I was sure he was ogling me sideways. His eyes bugged out and he dropped the soap. When he bent over to pick it up, I almost took him then, but I didn’t. Others were in the gym. I needed to wait a bit longer, and needed him to signal his willingness.

On his next visit, I decided to bring this to a new level. We were over in the corner of the room, away from the storefront picture window and everyone else working out…

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Life had been good for me since getting out of college and starting my career in the real world. It was a challenging place, but full of excitement and new opportunities. I had been out of the closet since my senior year in high school back in my rural hometown. The little population of only a few thousand meant that our high school served all the even smaller communities nearby. My graduating class hadn’t even been 150 students. I was living and working in a big city now. Skyscrapers, busy streets, coffee shops, bars, restaurants, and businesses everywhere.

I had been lucky enough to find a decent apartment (with no roommate!) within walking distance of where I worked. My high metabolism had followed me to the city and with just walking 8-10 blocks each way to/from work I kept in good shape. My 5’ 8” lean frame was home to only 165 lbs. My stylist had brought out the lighter tones of my dirty blonde hair and shortened it up to be a bit on the spiky side. Twenty-two years old and being on my own suited me well.

I was especially happy having just dumped my leech of an ex-boyfriend. The fucker had been mooching off of me for 13 months. He lived with me, but didn’t get a job. He had dropped out of school and refused to go back. He smoked behind my back, knowing how much I despised the nasty habit. I’m almost positive he was doing hard-core drugs, probably meth, but couldn’t prove it. And to top it all off, I had started to suspect he was slutting around to afford his “habits”. Needless to day, it was farewell and good riddens.

To celebrate, my younger brother Ben, invited me to go stay with him for a weekend.

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You should know some things about my brother. For starters he’s three years younger than me. More importantly, he was extremely supportive of my coming out so much that it even became a little annoying at times. When he graduated from high school, he was built like a redwood tree at 6’1” with white-blonde hair and blue eyes. What is also important, especially in this story is that my brother and I shared a group of mutual friends, a few of which were siblings themselves. The guys of the group (mostly my brother’s age) and I had always gamed together, mainly multiplayer PC and RPG games. Quake, Counter-Strike, Middle-Earth, Dungeons & Dragons, the works, dice and all! I know what you’re thinking: we were all geeks back then. You wouldn’t be far from the truth. Although I must say I was a pretty good looking geek.

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So I agreed to Ben’s offer, flew to the nearest major airport and rented a car, driving to the college town my brother had moved to after leaving our parents house. The town where my brother’s university resided was only about…

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Taylor was only 18 when Dan came to live on the family farm as a farm hand. From the moment Taylor saw Dan he fell in love. Taylor was a good looking young guy with short brown hair, green eyes, a smooth athletic body and a tight, firm ass. He thought he looked good but all that changed when he saw Dan. He had shoulder length dirty blond hair that he kept tied back and a boyish face. There was nothing boyish about his body however. Smooth hairless pecs and chiseled abs made tan from working out in the sun. Taylor’s room was over the garage and he would sit and watch Dan load and unload bails of hay. He always worked shirtless and his muscles bulged and ripped and glistened with sweat every time he would pick up a bail of hay. Once when he was standing on the truck bed he wiped sweat from his forehead and looked up at Taylor. He smiled and waved. Taylor waved back shyly.

One night Taylor was sitting by the window looking out over the pond that was next to the house when he saw Dan walk from the garage to the pond. Taylor went downstairs and told his parents he was going for a walk. The moon was out and provided enough light for Taylor to see where he was going but not enough to be seen. He hid behind a tree and watched as Dan emerged from the pond. His long hair lay against his smooth, wet pecs in wet strands and his muscular body gleamed in the moonlight. He could just barely make out Dan’s smooth, tight ass. Taylor’s cock stiffened in his pants. He slowly and quietly made his way back to the house. Once in the safety of his own room he took off all his clothes and jagged off thinking of Dan’s tight body.

The next day Taylor was milking one of the cows and barely noticed Dan walking in. “Hi” Taylor jumped at the sound of his voice. Taylor released the cow’s tit and it shuddered.

“Hi.” Dan looked practically edible in his blue overalls and his hair tied back.

“You’re Taylor right?” Taylor nodded. “I’m Dan” Dan said extending a hand. Taylor took it and as he did a tingle went up his spine.

“I know who you are.” Taylor smiled. He was surprised how strong Dan was as he helped him to his feet.

“I was just heading into town, wanna come with?”

Taylor shrugged. “Sure.”

They got into Dan’s truck and drove down the dirt road. “I need to get some things for your ma” he said keeping his eyes on the road.

Taylor on the other hand was looking at Dan. He couldn’t believe he was sitting in the same truck with the man he had loved since he first saw Dan. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something” Dan said, his eyes still on the road. ” Taylor felt a ball of nervousness in the pit of his stomach.

“Ok,” was all he said.

“I know you were watching me last night.” The knot in Taylor’s stomach got bigger.

“I’m sorry,” he said looking down at the floorboards. Dan smiled.

“Don’t be, you were curious.” Taylor felt better. He felt Dan put a hand on his thigh. “I kinda liked it to be honest.” Taylor felt his cock harden at Dan’s touch. “See I’ve been…

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