From: EddyRiha@aol.com by eddyriha Chapter #3 At Stefan’s House (Part 2) When Stefan’s older and younger sisters entered the house, they found the two of us sitting at the kitchen table, dressed in swimtrunks with me wearing Stefan’s new dark green pair, which fit me about as skintight as the old blue ones he was [...]
From: EddyRiha@aol.com by eddyriha Chapter #2-At Stefan’s House Most of the time, we played our games in my house, mainly because Stefan’s dad worked out of his office in the downstairs of their raised ranch house-in the room that we used as a family room in my house. Sure, I did go there sometimes to [...]
by eddyriha Chapter #1-At My House He was standing in the living room, his hands at his sides, awaiting my instructions. I was reading my book, pretending not to notice his presence. It was the way it always went-he would come in through the back door of the garage, once I had placed the signal [...]
From: wweast@webtv.net How would you like to be stranded at the tender age of eighteen without a cent in some godforsaken berg in the Texas Panhandle? It was summer vacation and my parents had given me enough money to travel to Dallas and work for my uncle who has a hardware store. I was going [...]
From: Gerard Martineau Doug had a “thing” for long white cotton underwear. He liked the feel, the tight fit, the sensuality of the material. He had this love for the garment ever since he was young but it had grown when puberty hit and he had discovered the joys of masturbation. He loved to lie [...]
I am doing mental gymnastics but kept on rubbing not even able to stop myself. He might say he’s not that way but he made no effort to step away. In a complete fever of rushing hormones I reached up to unzip his fly. He put his hand down to stop me, and moved back around the desk to lay down on his bed apologizing the whole time about how he had never done this and how he wasn’t “that way”. I was crushed. I sat there for awhile and thought my rep here was now ruined too, and on my first day. After a few minutes he started moaning about how fucked up he is. He asked me if I minded cutting off the overhead light. And then asked me if I wanted to sit on the foot of the bed. I said sure and did just that. He kept talking about how fucked up he was and rubbed his crotch. Well before long my hand was creeping up his leg back to his crotch.
It was late October and Greg had admired Lars for two full months. Lars, like Greg, was a 19-year-old sophomore at the university. The handsome Norwegian student would quietly pass through the hallways of the second floor of the all-boys dorm where he lived, a few doors down from Greg. Lars was quiet not because he was unfriendly but because he was new to the country, having earned an athletic scholarship to the U.S. university. He was a star college water polo player in Norway, and he now was continuing his tremendous skills in the water in America.
Coach Bowers was pissed and I guess he had every right to be. We had just lost a game we should have won and we lost it through a series of really stupid mistakes and, as he said, not paying attention. It was a lousy end to a lousy season and now we had just one game left — the biggest game of all: the Alumni Homecoming game against Crocket.
We were to spend most of the semester in a secluded campground in northern Arizona. It just so happened that we were all guys and we quickly settled in to a routine of working, eating, and sleeping, with a minimum of conversation. I was excited at the beginning of the program to discover that the other guys were all gorgeous. Sean, in particular, gave me a tingly sensation in my cock every time I saw him. He was from California, and looked the part. He had curly blond hair, amazing muscles, and a smooth chest that he liked to show off. Most days I would try to position myself during our field work so that I could covertly gaze at his bare torso, glistening with sweat in the Arizona sun. We were all friendly with each other, but Sean was always a little distant with me. I suspected he knew I was gay and didn’t like it (I didn’t talk about it, but I wasn’t in the closet either).
It happened ten years ago when I was in High School. I was 16 at the time. I was rather small for my age, skinny and looked rather girlish. There was of course nothing wrong with the male parts of my body. I had evolved like any other boy of my age. The only thing that bothered me was the lack of body hair.
