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EVENTS Orlando, FL
INFORMATION FOR LIFE I
INFORMATION FOR LIFE II
QUOTES
GAY STORIES I
GAY STORIES II
GAY STORIES III
GAY STORIES IV
GAY STORIES V
GAY STORIES VI
GAY STORIES VII
GAY STORIES VIII
GAY STORIES VIIII
GAY STORIES X
DIRTY JOKES I
DIRYT JOKES II
DIRTY JOKES III
DIRTY JOKES IV
DIRTY JOKES V
DIRTY JOKES VI
NAUGHTY HUMOR I
NAUGHTY HUMOR II
NAUGHTY HUMOR III
CARTOONS
IMAGES
MY FAVORITE LINKS
MORE STORIES I
MORE STORIES II
MORE STORIES III
MORE STORIES IV
MORE STORIES V
MORE STORIES VI
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 Almost first time.... 7th grade at Wilson Jr High in Glendale. I remember it well. You really can't call it my first time anymore than you could it John's first time. I knew I didn't want to take an Art Class. So I convinced them to let me go into Orchestra. I didn't even know how to play an instrument. But the teacher told me to pick an instrument and get together with someone in one of the practice rooms and have them teach me how to play. I decided on the saxophone because I recognized one of the guys. His name was John. We went into one of the practice rooms. It was even soundproofed. By the end of the first day, we had already talked about sex and had managed to feel of each others dicks a couple of times through our blue jeans and decided that at the end of the week I could come up to his house and 'practice' - the saxophone, that is . I spent about 6 hours at John's house that day... we practiced in the spare room closest to the garage. We managed to grab a feel often enough that when his mom left for the market we had our clothes off and we feeling and rubbing each others bodies before she got out of the driveway. They lived on a hilltop with a private driveway and when she got home we could hear her car when she got to the electronic gate. By that time we had already had about 5 or 6 orgasms between the two of us and we hurriedly put our clothes back on. But for the rest of the day we would still feel each other up every time we got a chance. We became the closest of friends. For several years we spent every moment we could together.... if we were alone at his house or mine we were always having sex. We'd make up games in order to strip each others clothes off. They had a long, long hallway and we would get into the hallway and close all the doors from the hallway and it was pitch black. Then we would start at opposite ends of the hallway and slowly head toward the center, trying to be as quiet as possible to sneak up on the other guy, and then wrestle in the nude with hard and pulsating cocks the prize for which we aimed. One time when his parents were gone for 3 or 4 days I stayed there and we spend the whole time having orgasms. When his parents got home we quickly dressed and later that evening after dinner, we jumped in the shower and started all over again. This lasted for a about 3 years until I started 10th grade and his mom decided to have him repeat 9th grade again. Gosh to be young like that again. Gosh, I still miss you and think about you, John. My First TIme I was talking to a new friend the other night and he wanted to know just when I realized I was gay. I told him that I realized that boys interested me from the time I was about 5 or 6. I used to live in the city of Poughkeepsie in New York and our house was next to a city playground and across from a baseball park. Every time there was a ball game, a friend and I would sneak into the gym and watch the men change into their uniforms. I'm not sure I realized it was sex I was interested in at the time, but I knew I liked to see hairy asses and especially in jockstraps. Later on I found that I could have feelings of love for some of my male classmates that were as intense as the feelings I had for the girls. By my Junior year of high school, I knew I wanted to have sex with Joe, but I didn't know how to approach him. I remember that I always kept track of where he was, and tried to be near him as much as possible. He was older than I by almost two years, since I started first grade at 5 and he had been kept back one year. At the end of the school year that summer the junior and senior shop classes had a picnic at a large lake north of the city about 30 miles. If I was bad about Joe in class, imagine how it was for me when I saw him in a bathing suit. He could have asked me to do almost anything and I would have agreed. Joe and Steve had always been good friends, and we shared a mutual friend in Tommy. All three were in my classes. During the afternoon of the picnic, Tommy came over to me and asked if I would be interested in going out in a canoe. It sounded like a good idea to me, so we took off with me in front and Tommy paddling in the rear. As we paddled across the lake, we went around a bend in the shoreline and were suddenly all alone. We paddled along for a short while and Tommy said, "Man, I've got to piss, but I don't dare stand up or we'll tip over. How about if we pull in to shore for a minute?" I agreed, and we headed toward a spot where we could get ashore. We tied up the canoe and Tommy headed up a narrow path. He stood at the top of the bank and pulled down his trunks. I could see that he had a nice looking cock, and when he was done pissing, he gave it a few tugs and it started to grow. I found this to be exciting and could feel my own dick stir. Tommy said, "I wonder where this path goes? Should we check it out?" Without waiting for an answer he headed along the path. I scrambled up the bank and caught up with him. We walked along until we came to a clearing. Tommy stopped short and put his hand out to signal me to stop. In the clearing, lying on a blanket, were Joe and Steve. At first I didn't know who it was, because Joe was kissing Steve so I couldn't see either of their faces. What I could see was that their hands were busy working on each other's cocks. Tommy whispered that we should stay very quiet and we'd get a good show. Almost immediately Joe sat up and removed Steve's bathing suit. Then he stood up, removed his own, and knelt over Steve's face. He had his back toward us, so it was left to our imaginations what he was doing. Whatever it was, it brought Steve's long tapered cock to attention. From the way that Joe was undulating his hips, it was obvious that he was fucking Steve's mouth and I only wished I could see better. Tommy must have read my mind, because he moved back down the path a bit and quietly walked to a spot where we could see what was happening. Even from a distance Joe's cock was stunning. I always knew it would be beautiful. And his balls were quite heavy too. I didn't realize it at first, but Tommy had let me get in front when we moved, so he was standing behind me now. I was suddenly aware that his breathing was quite heavy, and when I turned around I saw that his cock was out and he was caressing it as he watched. I looked at it and then decided to do the same. As I slid my suit down and took old peter in my hand, Tommy moved up close behind me and whispered, "I'll do that for you if you want me to." With that he slid his arms around my waist and went straight for the cock. I almost came when he first touched me. He realized I was close and only held it without moving. |
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