It was the end of the school year, and Robert Milton could not wait to be out of Lincoln High School for the summer. He had begun to hate his job. The students did not have the same passion for learning as they once had. Well, the majority of them did not. Lane was different. Lane was his best student. Brilliant for his age, but troubled by family problems. Good thing he was heading off to college away from his abusive mother and her boyfriend. He would do well in life. Robert had faith in him. The two had developed a sort of big brother/mentor thing in the past two years. Robert hated… 続きを読む

July 14th Tomorrow I turn 19! I can't wait. Matt says he's going to make sure I get drunk and laid. Not necessarily in that order. I wish he was the one laying me ♥. I think he would never talk to me again if he knew how I felt. I am so sick of pretending. I'm still the same guy I've always been. ------------------ July 16th Yesterday was the worst day/birthday of my life. I got drunk and kissed Matt. He won't return my calls or texts. I'm fucked. When school starts.....I feel like killing myself. Everyone is going to know. Brandon Mackinaw already asked me for a blowjob at work y… 続きを読む

I was walking home from school one autumn day when Silas pulled in front of me and ordered me to get in his car. His two buddies (who shall remain unnamed to protect their identities) were in the back seat smiling like fucking hyenas. I hesitated, feeling fear sink in, my throat was tight and dry. "NOW" He shouted at me. I let my backpack hang from my right hand. I d**g it and myself toward the car and slowly got in. I felt a sharp pain as Silas' friend who was in the seat directly behind me slapped me hard on my left cheek. I held down my head and began to cry. I was sick o… 続きを読む

I woke up the next morning with an intense hard on. I made sure that I did not touch myself one bit over night. After what seemed like 50 slices of bacon and some orange juice, I spent the day helping my father with the farm chores. Shoveling pig shit is a great way to keep the mind off sex. Soon it was 2:30. I showered, put on my bathing suit and headed for the creek. I walked through the corn fields and finally began to hear the frogs croaking. Mosquitoes, dragonflies and bees buzzed all around me. I finally reached the creek to find Henry sitting on the bank across the water. He was… 続きを読む

I spent my 31st birthday as I always have. Alone. I wanted to be brave and go to my first gay bar. There is only one in town and I'm not exactly out to everyone. This gay thing, although I've known what I was since I can remember, is still pretty new to me. I think having a poor excuse for a penis keeps me from getting out there. I am also quite chubby. Not super obese but overweight for my 6'1 and probably almost 300lbs. Sad I know, but I have spent my life depressed because of the way I was treated growing up. I am trying to get in shape. Just got a new 10 speed. I have never been lo… 続きを読む

I lay there with Aden behind me in the spooning position. I felt the hardness of his cock as he slid it up and down between my meaty buttocks. I felt the heat of his breath on the back of my neck and my ear. I felt myself hardening again. He seemed hesitant to slip inside me. I turned my head as far as it could go so that I could see his face, his massive left arm wrapped around me, holding me in place. He looked at me as if he were in complete agony with desire. I knew then that he did not want to hurt me. I let myself relax, inviting him to do with me as he pleased. He stopped grinding a… 続きを読む

I woke up early the next morning. My whole body ached. My asshole felt like I did a somersault and landed on a traffic cone. Aden was still asleep. I tried to move but found that I was bound into his arms. He felt so warm, smelled so good, and he looked even better. He was sleeping so peacefully that I decided to stay put. I nuzzled his cheek with my forehead, he stirred and smiled sleepily then drifted back into slumber after squeezing me even tighter. I could smell his scent wafting from his armpits, his neck and the mingled scents of our manhood from underneath the sheets. I ignored my t… 続きを読む

I stared at the words. Every fiber of my being shook. I was so shocked. Allie was having an affair with one of my employees. Aden must have seen the look on my face, because he snatched the phone right out of my hand, snapping me out of my dazed trance. I looked over at him. He glared at the screen. He handed me the phone with his head held down. I clenched it with sweaty palms. I had no idea how to react to this. Was I angry? Yes. Was I hurt? Yes, but a tiny part of me felt relieved. I no longer felt guilty for what happened in the car, or the shower for that matter. Aden began breat… 続きを読む

I felt so bad for my friend Aden. He had just returned from Iraq, serving his country when his wife told him that she had been having an affair with his brother Alan. Way to keep it in the fucking family Miranda. She also let him know that their ************ daughter was really his niece, their house was now her house, and the car, and half his money. He was fucked. Poor bastard. I had never seen him this way before. I visited him at his folk's place up in Redwater, the shit hole little town we grew up in. He was like a zombie, his usually short brown hair now long and curly. His skin was p… 続きを読む

Aden held his head low for the rest of the trip. We passed the time listening to tunes and Youtube videos. I found myself glancing back through the mirror to see how he was doing. He was a far cry from the Aden I knew growing up. He was always so carefree and confident until he met Miranda. It was apparent that the bitch broke him. His brother had always been jealous of our friendship, and his marriage to Miranda as well. Alan was a fuck up to say the least. When Aden was off to Iraq, Alan was on his way to prison. Everything their father wanted Alan to be, Aden was. Aden was just a great… 続きを読む

The sun began to rise, the light seemed to penetrate me and reveal my darkest thoughts. I looked over at Allie. She looked beautiful. Guilt flooded over me. I started trying to make sense of what happened last night. I looked over at Allie again. She must have sensed it because she turned and gave me the sweetest smile. My heart tore in two. I turned to look at Aden. He was sitting straight up and grinned at me. "Morning princess." "Morning." I replied as I turned back to look ahead of me. "We are almost there boys!" Allie said excitedly. She was right. 50 miles to Whiskey Road. We… 続きを読む

I was nauseous. I went up to my room, stripped of my swim trunks and hopped into the shower. I definitely made sure the water was cold. Staring at my partially erect cock, I began to soap up. Pieces of my dream played in my head as I washed. Trying to let the cold water force the stiffness out of my cock, I thought of my grandma's false teeth. It wasn't working. I heard my dad yelling up the stairs for me to move double time. There was no way I was going down there with even a half-chub. I began to stroke my cock quickly, focusing on the head. After a minuet or so I had worked mysel… 続きを読む

Henry was the boy who lived on the farm a few miles from our own. He was 19 and I was 17 when I moved to my father's farm with him and his wife. One blistering summer afternoon when I was exploring the woods that stretched as far as the eye could see behind our farm. I happened upon the creek just as he was getting out of the water. He nodded in greeting and I nodded back. Henry had eyes as green as the grass he was standing on. His hair was dark and curly. His handsome face was covered in a soft dusting of facial hair and his incredible torso was as well. He was on the wrestling team… 続きを読む