August 20th, 2011
What is gay sex like?, Friendship by preecherdave
“Damn, damn, damn, why is this code not working.” Whoops, I must have muttered that out loud; hope not too loudly. I fiddled with it. I went to various areas of my program. Finally, I just sat and stared into space, thinking hard about why this damn code was conflicting with other code.
“David. David! David, are you there?” I heard James’ voice off in the distance. “You must be having trouble with your coding, having an out of body experience or having a sex daydream!”
Slowly, I came out of my trance like state.
August 18th, 2011
Dallas Terminal by Billy Nakasaki.
I break down the blue Werner Express Freightliner Classic XL and signal to other drivers that I’m exiting the L.B.J. Freeway in south Dallas. Dallas Terminal is right off of Texas State Route 342. I expertly pilot the rig to a graceful stop and head south on the four lane asphalt. Skin Hauler stares at me with his sad deep blue eyes. I’ve ran with him for seven weeks, one extra week just because he didn’t want to let me go and I didn’t want to go. I’m feeling a little depressed and excite at the same time. Skin Hauler’s face says it all. He’s pissed and sad, but tries to hide it by smiling at me. I glance at him every now and then, but I hold back the tears. We roll up to the gates, check in, go thru the Safety Lane Inspection, and park the rig.
I type in my duty status onto QualComm and sign off for the last time. Tyler closes the curtains as I type. He reaches over me and kisses me. I taste his tongue and his breath as he forces it down my throat. I moan as we make out. When we finally come up for air, I run my tongue all over his shaved head. He groans and grunts as I lick every inch of his skull. Our hands run down to each others pants. He pulls me by my short pants to the sleeper and unbuttons them. He pushes them down and his hands enter my jock strap to fondle my cock and balls. I unfasten his bleachers and push them down. While I lick his head I enter his jock and grab the monster…
August 16th, 2011
Blowing Straight Lee by SykQuinn.
I was in my early thirties when I first met Lee. He was eighteen and applied for a job at the warehouse that I managed. Lee had dropped out of high school and was not too bright, but very cute. He was a short lad, about 5′ 7″ with a very solid, slim, athletic build. He had short cropped brown hair that he was always rubbing when he spoke. He had cute blue eyes and a nice smooth face with few teenaged bum fluff mustache. He had very white teeth and a small pug nose. When he smiled he looked like an angel, but I soon learned that Lee was far from an angel.
I have to admit that a kid with the looks of Lee will influence me in the hiring process and he was soon working in the warehouse unloading trucks and checking in the new orders. I try to act straight at work, but the employees usually figure out that I am queer as I am not married and never mention girls either. Lee was a below average employee, kind of slow, and often late in the morning. I would see the red blurry eyes and know when he came to work stoned on pot too. I could have fired him but I did enjoy having him around…
August 14th, 2011
Sargent’s Fuck Boy by Reddyone.
My mother got pregnant before she was ever married but my father would not assume responsibility and left her to fend for herself so I never actually met my real father. I was two years old when she met as guy and married him. She had two more girls in quick succession and our life as a family began. My stepfather tried not to show partiality but his two girls did get most of the attention. I didn’t hold it against him as he was good to my mother and I was taken care of also. Even though I was about two years older than the girls they soon out-grew me in size.
I have always had a small frame as well as hands and feet. I could tell from the old pictures that my father was a small man too. I was not big enough to play contact sports but I did make the swim team and won a couple of ribbons. But before all this happened I became my sister’s favorite pastime. They would get me in their room and put lipstick on me and sometimes dress me in their clothes. I would walk around the house with my mother’s over-size shoes dragging as I walked. My mother would kid me and tell me what a pretty little girl I was. I ended up wearing female clothes a lot until my sisters started to get interested in boys and forgot their pranks. Both my sisters were taller and bigger than me and played soccer so I spent a lot of time alone trying to amuse myself…
August 12th, 2011
The Soccer Team by JonH.
I was still fully dressed in my soccer kit when I felt him, or rather felt his presence behind me, I bent over to untie my boots and tried to pretend I didn’t know he was there. Sitting up again on the bench I felt it pushing into the back of my head.
It was that fat arse, retard coach who’d been playin’ up the other end of the field. He was a huge, muscled lookin’ bloke of about 30. And he’d been hassling me.
He was pushing his hard cock into the back of my head again.
“Hey mate, c’mon suck me cock”…
