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  1. Many members of my high school graduating class are on Facebook which is how we stay in touch with each other. (I guess I am showing my age). A few months ago I started to get these messages from one of the guys in my class. I had no idea who he was, but things were easy going so no worries. Eventually, he sent me a message asking about why I was still single and why I had no family. I told him it was complicated but that I would tell him when I had some time to think about it.

    I'm gay and have known it for a very long time. I never wanted to be and did everything I could not to be, but baby I was born this way. For a long time I did one of those double life things that are no fun. Eventually, when I left my job I was able to come out and live my life. I finally shared basically what I just shared. His response to that story was good for you. Not what I was expecting. Not sure what I was expecting, just not that.

    I decided to see who this guy was and if I actually remembered him. I got the yearbook out and there he was. I think he came from a rather poor family, not that I was rich by any stretch, but I just remember him looking ragtag and a bit dirty all the time. He was a nice guy although a bit odd, but I remember talking to him from time to time. I hope that doesn't sound bitchy. I felt bad about him being kind of dirty.

    Anyway, I let him know I totally remembered him. He suggested we get together for coffee sometime in the future. I said sure. And then the odd comments started coming in. He said he could feel the beat of my heart when he was lying down and thinking about me. He loved holding men, it made him feel secure. He said he could not wait until we had a chance to really be together.

    I am shitting my pants because I am nowhere near ready for that. I decided I should take a good look at his Facebook. There are many pictures of him with a woman and they keep telling each other how happy they are together. How they support each other and love being together. I don't think he is married to her, but he could be.

    Suffice to say I am a bit weirded out by his comments. In a previous blog post, I talked about asking God to put a man in my life. I don't want to seem ungrateful, but I can't imagine God putting me in the middle of this whole thing. I know there is no sex here or people cumming or stroking off or ass fucking - it is just kind of plain old blog post about a guy who I am pretty sure was gay when he was in high school and had a crush on me when he was in high school (forgot to say that he told me that too). I don't want to be mean and hurtful, but I don't think being involved in this situation is a good idea.

    If you want to share your thoughts - please do - if not that is fine too. Just a weird situation.
  2. So I was not a big fan of gym class though I actually was a good athlete. I had toyed with the idea of track and tennis so I had something to do in the Spring. When I went to my first gym class of the semester and saw that it was made up of half the football team seniors, a few of the senior wrestlers (one who was a state champion) and some of the best looking guys in my class.

    That first gang shower time was overwhelming. I thought I was going to hyperventilate, no seriously! The first guy I saw was Rob. Rob was a football player and dear lord did he have one of the sexiest hairy chests I had ever seen. He was Italian so he was dark complected and then he had this swirling dark hair. I saw it and knew I had to look away, but it was so damn hard not to look. The next one was the wrestling state champion, oddly his name was Bob. He was a blonde so his hairy chest was harder to see than Rob's but his cock was right there. Like just about everyone in my gym classes over the years, he was cut and hung about 5 inches flaccid. Then there was Richard who had been in my gym classes every year since 7th grade. In 7th grade, he and I were the only two guys at the beginning of the year who had hair around our dicks. Some of the other guys who were hairless thought he and I were cool and occasionally we would stand next to each other so the guys could look. Rich also had a hairy chest by the time he was a senior and I should say I did too. Honestly, he and I watched each other grow up/mature over the six years. He was a really handsome guy with a twin brother. Both brothers were nice guys, but Rich was really sweet by comparison. We still talk at reunions if we see each other.

    I remember thanking God for putting me in that gym class. I also remember when we did the unit on gymnastics, I nailed everything and Bob was always patting me on the back and telling me how good I was. He kept saying it was a shame we did not have a gymnastics team because I could have cleaned up. I went to school with Bob from about 4th grade to 12th grade. For awhile we were quite inseparable. It was really nice of Rob because I am pretty sure he was aware that I was gay and he was for sure a big man on campus and yet he always seemed to have my back.

    Those are the guys that really left an impression on me in the locker room. I decided to write this because I was picturing Rob the first time I saw him naked, clearly, that image was seared into my brain for low these many years!! The last time I saw Rob he was still smokin' hot!
  3. I was looking through some older writing and I came across a short piece about Brian. This happened in 7th grade, first time wearing a jock, including a jock check by the PE teacher. We had to pull the waistband of our gym shorts down so he could see skin, jock, skin. All these traumatizing events when I was just starting to wonder who I was. So we were given lockers in the locker room based on our student number in class. Those numbers were determined by height. So #1 was the tallest and #26 was the shortest. I was #25 and Brian was #24. Brian was a pretty wild fellow and seemed to have no sexual hang-ups and good for him.

    It started at the beginning of one class when Brian took his tighty whities off. For whatever reason, he decided to try and slap me with his cock. He did not just focus on my he went after #26 as well. So it was weird but ok. When we came in to take showers he did it again. I guess because he got a response out of myself and #26 he decided it was fun to do it. At the beginning and end of every gym class, Brian would run around the two of us and try to slap us with his dick. He would occasionally threaten to pee in our lockers too. What started to get interesting was about half-way through the semester, before he would pull down his shorts, he would reach into his briefs and rub himself so that when he took his shorts off he was pretty nearly hard. So now he was running around trying to hit us with his boned up dick.

    At some point, I started to realize he was actually kind of cute. About five years ago, I saw him again for the first time at dinner. He was awkward around me at first. He made a point of sitting next to me. I felt like he was coming onto me a little. I knew he was married and had kids, but I also know that means nothing. That entire evening he was very attentive to me. He hugged me when the evening was over. I drove home trying to figure out what his story was. I have seen him more times since then at class activities and he treats me the same way all the time. He is incredibly handsome now - just my type of guy. I would like to wish he and I will hook up at some point, but I doubt it will happen. I still can see him running around threatening us to hit us with his dick.

    I know not very interesting really - just an odd experience for me when I was young, confused, and beginning that walk through the years of massive horniness!!
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  4. So since the precum blog entry and some of the great comments - I decided to embrace my precum. It seems odd to basically have damp briefs most of the day, but I am getting used to it. The other thing I have changed is when I wake up. So normally I sleep sans anything. I read along time ago that sleeping in the nude is actually really healthy! So now what I do when I get up is to take some time with myself. I love a very light touch with my fingertips or someone else's fingertips so I run my fingertips all over. Gosh, it feels amazing. I close my eyes and try to pretend that I don't know where my fingertips are going next. Of course, this little exercise in self-care creates lots of precum dripping on my belly. In the past, I would have gotten a tissue or towel to clean it off. Since I am embracing this now, I just rub it all over me and enjoy that feeling of the slick substance all over. I have actually awakened in the middle of the night and started touching myself before I fall back to sleep. This entire experience has been amazing - I encourage others to try this if you have not. Maybe I am weird, but I am a happy weirdo! If you like a heavier touch - go for it- whatever makes you feel good. Oh, and I have yet to rub one out due to this. Eventually, the touch is no longer really pleasant I know it is time to stop. Thanks for listening!!! Cheers!
  5. Many of you know that I have a very extreme relationship with coffee. Truth be told, my involvement started when I was quite young. I am not even sure I was in elementary school when I had my first taste of coffee. Often for breakfast, especially on the weekends, my dad would have these shortbread cookies called Lorna Dunes ( I probably spelled that wrong ). The cookies, alone, were kind of bland and dry, but dunked in coffee became a delicacy!! It got so bad (my stealing my father’s coffee) that he decided I should have a cup of my own. This coffee I drank was one part milk, two parts sugar, and the rest coffee. In other words, I was drinking sugar and milk with coffee, so of course, it tasted delicious.


    This went on for several years before I just stopped. I often wonder if this is one of the reasons I stayed short. “They” always said that drinking coffee stunted your growth. If this is true - I could be a poster child :)


    It was many years again before I had coffee. I was attending a marching band competition in Williamsport, PA. It was a frigid night, and the band I was teaching was last on. After the band performed, which was near the end of the contest, the snack bar was out of hot chocolate and tea. The only thing they had left to drink that was hot was coffee. There were parts of my body that were quickly losing any feeling, so I decided I would suck it up and drink the coffee. Now it may have been the extreme cold; it may have been that my palate had changed, or it just may have been desperation, but I ordered the coffee only to find out there was no cream or sugar!! With great reluctance, I started to drink the coffee, and to my sheer amazement - I loved it! Thus began my intimate relationship with coffee. For many years I drank my coffee black and loved it. I always told my friends that if you put anything in your coffee, you would not really experience “real coffee flavor.”


    Not sure for how many years I drank my coffee black and not sure how much I drank. Some days it was a pot for me. I remember being so hooped up on coffee and teaching that I was bouncing around my classroom. One of my students did ask how many cups I had had already drank on this particular morning. It was only the third period, and I was up to six cups. I believe that during this period of my life, I was an addict. I was always drinking coffee and never seemed to get enough. My students that year chided me by writing on their final exams that the one thing they learned this semester was how much I loved coffee!!


    Eventually, as all good things do, my stomach turned on me. I could not drink black coffee without getting really sick in the stomach. After some medical treatment, a diagnosis of GERD was assigned to me. Initially, I was going to treat this condition by not eating and drinking certain foods. As you know, that did not work well for me. I continued to drink coffee, but now with milk. It seemed to help for a while, but eventually, I had to be put on stomach meds to drink coffee. Now the doctors did not know that (I guess?) but that is really what happened. I started taking stomach meds so that I could continue to drink coffee. I often think about how silly this is, but I can’t imagine life without coffee. I try to regulate my coffee drinking these days. The advent of coffee shops was terrific. I would instead go to a coffee shop than a restaurant. When I was going through graduate school, I thought I would have my counseling business in a coffee shop. I would call it “Coffee and a Chat.” I have always found that sitting down with a good coffee and a good friend was the best way to have a serious conversation.


    So my addiction started when I was just a little nipper. My coffee was sweetened coffee and cookies. But the night I really began being a coffee addict was on a bitterly cold night in Williamsport, PA, when I had my first taste of black coffee.
  6. I am sure this is just not my problem, but man it sucks. I get aroused so quickly it is crazy. When I was growing they called it "no dick control." Actually I guess no dick control was more like popping a boner just about anywhere you and your dick are. This is different. I can't read a book that has even some mild suggestive material in it without getting aroused and once aroused, the precum starts flowing. I may not even get a full-on erection, but I sure get full-on precum.

    Now you might be thinking, "What is this guy complaining about, at least he gets a lot of precum." I do, but not always when it is convenient. I have always had this problem, but to a much lesser degree if you can believe that. Last night I was reading before bed. A good book about two 30 or 40 somethings living next to each other, start out hating each other but then have this wild sex scene. I think they called it anger sex? Anyway, the part I was reading last night was not really graphic. They were sitting on the couch watching a movie and making out. My sleeping shorts were soaked.

    Just a little while ago, someone from here liked some of my personal pictures. I am always flattered when another man likes what he sees, even if he lives in another country. I like the positive reinforcement I get from other men in this group. That is a whole other story for another day. I decided I would check out is pictures and the guy is good looking or hot or whatever the term is these days. According to his posts, he had turned 50 and seriously I'd like me some of that!! I was making coffee after I had looked and commented on a few of his pictures. I could feel the arousal so I knew it would be wet. What I saw when I looked down was a wet spot in showing through my pants. Shit as I type this, I can feel the stuff oozing out of my cock.

    I don't want to lose all that nice precum as you all know it makes a great lube. Currently, I have been putting folded up tissues in my undies to try and keep the precum from leaking through. I considered Depends for minor problems, but that makes me feel like I could be 90 years old. Rubber underwear, though kind of exciting, I would think in 90-degree weather would be kind of gross.

    So I am wondering if anyone out there has a similar problem and if they do, what do they do about it. Is the tissue the easiest and cheapest method. I sometimes forget to take the tissue out and it gets in the wash and then I have another mess to deal with, but better than wet spots!!!
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  7. He got up on his knees and undid his pants, and this gorgeous dick popped out. It has a high curve to it, and he had quite a mushroom on the end of his dick. It was perfect. I found myself salivating over my need to lick that mushroom head of his. He rolled back on to his back and told me to grab his pants and pull them down, which I did. He came back up again and started kissing me while we were now flesh to flesh. I could feel the flesh of his cock sliding against mine. By this time, we were both leaking badly and out dicks started to slide against each other with more ease. Honestly, I had not ever had sex like this. I had a little sex when I was a senior in high school, but I kept thinking about how does this guy knows so much and is so good.


    He scooted around so that we were face to dick. Thank heavens I was not a complete moron and knew we were going to 69. He leaned in and took me straight to the base. Russ’s dick was thicker than mine but not a lot longer, so I could do the same thing to his cock. I just took it straight down to the base and buried my face in his pubes. Then the fun began. Whatever Russ was doing to my cock, I did back to his. We licked, slurped, and sucked our way into oblivion. I was so hot by now that I was sweating. Russ was making me feel things I had never felt. I guess Russ could feel my legs squeezing and pushing. He knew I was getting close to cumming, He just started to suck me harder and faster and put his hand on the base of my cock, so he was taking in the top 3rd of my cock. I did the same to him. We both started to try to keep sucking and breath heavier until I felt his first red hot blast hit my tongue and flow down my throat, and as soon as I felt his, I let loose with mine. It was difficult for me to cum and not groan because I still had Russ’s cock in my mouth because he was still shooting.


    We kept each other’s cocks in our mouths until they had basically gone back to flaccid. Russ moved, and now we could look at each other in the eye. He started to kiss me again, so deep and passionate. Russ began to kiss my neck too. Suddenly he just stopped and snuggle up against me. There we were lying naked on a blanket in a field in Valley Forge Park. We must have stayed like that for a half-hour before Russ sat up and asked if I wanted some lemonade. He told me to get my blanket, and we put that over us from the waist down and sat there bare-chested and drank lemonade. Finally, we talked. I asked him where he got so good at what he did to me. Russ said, “I have read a lot about it.” He asked if I enjoyed it? I said, who would not enjoy what you did to me. He was quick to say, “You were doing the same things to me, and it felt just as nice.” He said, “I was not 100% sure you were gay, and I am still not totally sure, but you had no trouble having sex with me and swallowing my cum, so I guess you are probably pretty gay. I laughed and said it sure looks that way.


    We got some more lemonade, and we slid closer together as it was starting to get a little bit chilly out in the field. I asked what made him think of the Park. He said that he had always wanted to have sex in the Park, thinking that it would be really kind of Zen- you know doing nature in nature. As the sun started to go down, we both got dressed and got our stuff together and started to walk back to my car. On the way home, I asked if he wanted to get together again? He flipped it and asked me if I wanted to? I said sure I did, and he said good because I want to as well. He said, “You are so cute and petite.” I was not sure how to take that, and when I asked, he said it is a huge compliment. When we arrived in front of Russ’s house, he thanked me for an enjoyable evening and gave me a kiss before he got out of the car. He got out and went inside. I sat in my car and tried to process everything that had happened.


    I finally started the short drive home. My mom asked if Russ and I had a good time and I said, yes we had a great time. She smiled, and I said good night and headed up to bed. When I hit my sheets, I started an instant replay of the evening and started to get hard again. I realized that unless I jerked-off, I was not getting to sleep. I rubbed out a quick one because I was thinking about Russ. I cleaned up my belly, rolled over, and went to sleep. This was the beginning of what turned into a four “on and off” relationship between us.
  8. I was sitting at dinner with my parents when the phone rang. I quickly answered, and it was Russ. He wanted to know if I might want to go to Valley Forge Park tomorrow night to just hang out. I promptly asked my parents if that would be ok and they thought it was ok, I just needed to be home by 10 PM. I told Russ I could go. He asked if I could drive, and I told him I could. He asked me to pick him up around 7 PM. He also told me to be sure to bring a blanket with me. I had trouble concentrating the next day because all I could think about was what might happen tomorrow night. My dick seemed to have a pretty good idea of what was going to happen. I had trouble not getting hard all day long,


    I left about 6:30 for Russ’s house. I was not sure which one exactly was his, but I knew where to park. As I pulled in, he bopped out of the house. He jumped into my car with lemonade, some pretzels, and a blanket. I asked if we were having a picnic? Russ said I suppose you could say that.” We drove to the Park, which was only about 15 minutes from his house. We parked in one of the designated parking areas and then got out. Russ said, “Let’s find a perfect spot .” Since I had no real idea what we were doing, I mean, I thought I did but was not sure, I just followed him. We found a spot out in the middle of one of the fields. We were parked far enough from the parking area that we could have been seen, but not clearly.


    Russ opened up his blanket and sat down on it. I sat down too. We talked for a while, but the conversation drifted over to being gay and then gay sex. Once we started talking about that, I became aroused. Russ moved closer to me, and I saw him begin to move his mouth towards my mouth. We kissed, and it was delightful. Russ was a charming guy. We kissed again and again—each time with a bit more passion than the one before it. Russ starts to kiss me again, and while he is kissing me, he begins to lower me onto the ground, so now I am on my back looking up at him while he is having a field day on my mouth. Once he gets me on my back, he starts to kiss my neck and ears and back to my mouth. I was for sure hard and beginning to leak, and Russ made sure I could feel that he was hard. Russ slid over on top of me so that our dicks could rub against each other. While all that was going on, he took his hands and started to move them up my shirt. He picked at my nipples, he moved so he could kiss and lick my belly button. I was no longer sure what planet I was on. The fact that we were out in the open did not even cross my mind.


    Russ finally was able to get my T-shirt off me, exposing my chest to him. He was now straddling my cock while he ripped off his T-shirt. When I looked at his very muscular chest, Russ had this indent between his pecs. He said it was some kind of birth defect. Russ said, “It had been worse, but they cracked his sternum and reset the bones, so it was not so bad. I ran a fingertip into the little valley, and he shuddered, and then he laid back down on me and went to work on my pecs and belly. All I could do was help with the dry humping. When he got down to my belly button, he started to run his tongue all around it. As he was doing that, he began to undo my pants. He looked up at me and said, “Damn, you are really excited about this, aren’t you?” I said, I sure am, no hurry and take them off. He very quickly got me to raise my butt off the ground and in one fell swoop both my jeans and my boxers came off and there I was naked, hard and wet for him to see. He went back to licking my belly button, but my dick kept rubbing against his ear or face or hair. He very slowly brought his mouth and tongue around to my balls, where he basically gave them a tongue bath. He moved the tip of his tongue up and along the underside of my cock. He got a taste of my pre and told me it was delicious. He kept swirling around my cock and doing all kinds of mind-blowing things with his tongue.
  9. Hey - Really sorry there are two posts of the same piece. I am not sure exactly what happened - I tried to delete one, but it would not let me- at least not the way I tried to do it. I will try again a bit later - hopefully, I can get rid of the entry that does not have the picture attached and opened.

    Thanks guys!
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  10. Shortly after I graduated from high school, I met this guy, Russ, who was going to be a senior in a nearby high school. When I met Russ, it was in August, and he recently turned 18. We met in a corner market. I had heard that this market sold gay magazines besides bread and milk. I stopped one day on my way home to just check it out. I was browsing the magazine collection when Russ came in. Russ was not real tall, but as it was summer, he had on a tank top. I could see immediately that although he was not real tall, his muscles had muscles. He was cut, ripped, and defined, and that was just his arms and what I could see of his pecs. He really looked as though he might wrestle. So ok, he was hot.


    He started browsing alongside me, and eventually, we struck up a conversation. This was how I found out that he was going to be a senior and was nearly 18. I was also 18 and would not be 19 until October. Russ started picking out his favorite magazines and pictures to show me. I was surprised that he was able to just do that. It was then he told me he lived two doors over from the store. I said, “So you spend a lot of time in here?” He said. “I would not say every day, but I come over here to get some pictures in my head to take back to my house and my bedroom before I think about Rosie Palm and her four sisters. I looked at him questionably. He held up his hand and pointed to his thumb and then his four fingers, and suddenly it dawned on me that he was talking about jerking off. I was surprised he was so open about it. I laughed and said that I could see how having these magazines next to your house could benefit you. Russ laughed.


    We continued to look at the magazines a bit longer, I was getting a chub, and it appeared that Russ was too. He asked if I wanted to come over to his house. I said, “I needed to get home before my mother thought I had been abducted. Russ said, “I have really enjoyed talking to you. Would you want to get together sometime to talk more?” I said sure, and we exchanged phone numbers. We said goodbye to each other and were on our way.


    Shortly after I got home, I went to my bedroom, put some music on, and crashed on my bed. As I listened to the music, I started thinking about Russ and Russ’s body and then kissing Russ and then … My dick was so hard, and leaking it was crazy. I slid my hand down inside my briefs and stroked myself a little. Then I imagined that was Russ stroking my cock. Next thing I know, my zipper is down, and my cock is out. I started thinking about Russ and I being naked together, and finally, I began to think about my cock going in and out of his mouth. That was when I started stroking my own cock, and from there, the fantasy just took over. Russ was giving me this fantastic blow job, and I stroked myself to the same rhythm I had imagined Russ using. It didn’t take long before I blasted all over my chin, neck, pecs, and belly. It was a powerful orgasm, for sure. I grabbed my cum rag from under the bed and cleaned myself off.

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  11. Shortly after I graduated from high school, I met this guy, Russ, who was going to be a senior in a nearby high school. When I met Russ, it was in August, and he recently turned 18. We met in a corner market. I had heard that this market sold gay magazines besides bread and milk. I stopped one day on my way home to just check it out. I was browsing the magazine collection when Russ came in. Russ was not real tall, but as it was summer, he had on a tank top. I could see immediately that although he was not real tall, his muscles had muscles. He was cut, ripped, and defined, and that was just his arms and what I could see of his pecs. He really looked as though he might wrestle. So ok, he was hot.


    He started browsing alongside me, and eventually, we struck up a conversation. This was how I found out that he was going to be a senior and was nearly 18. I was also 18 and would not be 19 until October. Russ started picking out his favorite magazines and pictures to show me. I was surprised that he was able to just do that. It was then he told me he lived two doors over from the store. I said, “So you spend a lot of time in here?” He said. “I would not say every day, but I come over here to get some pictures in my head to take back to my house and my bedroom before I think about Rosie Palm and her four sisters. I looked at him questionably. He held up his hand and pointed to his thumb and then his four fingers, and suddenly it dawned on me that he was talking about jerking off. I was surprised he was so open about it. I laughed and said that I could see how having these magazines next to your house could benefit you. Russ laughed.


    We continued to look at the magazines a bit longer, I was getting a chub, and it appeared that Russ was too. He asked if I wanted to come over to his house. I said, “I needed to get home before my mother thought I had been abducted. Russ said, “I have really enjoyed talking to you. Would you want to get together sometime to talk more?” I said sure, and we exchanged phone numbers. We said goodbye to each other and were on our way.


    Shortly after I got home, I went to my bedroom, put some music on, and crashed on my bed. As I listened to the music, I started thinking about Russ and Russ’s body and then kissing Russ and then … My dick was so hard, and leaking it was crazy. I slid my hand down inside my briefs and stroked myself a little. Then I imagined that was Russ stroking my cock. Next thing I know, my zipper is down, and my cock is out. I started thinking about Russ and I being naked together, and finally, I began to think about my cock going in and out of his mouth. That was when I started stroking my own cock, and from there, the fantasy just took over. Russ was giving me this fantastic blow job, and I stroked myself to the same rhythm I had imagined Russ using. It didn’t take long before I blasted all over my chin, neck, pecs, and belly. It was a powerful orgasm, for sure. I grabbed my cum rag from under the bed and cleaned myself off.


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  12. I turned the lights out, and like most teenagers, we kept talking. At first, it was just school stuff, but somehow we managed to get the conversation around to sex. From sex, we got into our personal sexual habits. How often did we jerk off, what we used to clean up, had we had sex with anyone else male or female. As we were having this conversation, I could not speak for Mike, but I was hard as a rock and dripping like crazy. It was probably the first time I realized that I oozed like a toothpaste coming out of the tube. I knew we were heading to messing around, but I was trying to let him take the lead.

    Mike asked me an odd question, had I ever wrestled nude? My brother was a wrestling coach, and I had wrestled with him, but we were not naked. I said that I never had but that it sounded exciting. He asked me if I wanted to give it a try. Of course, I was in agreement. We talk our shorts off, and he got on my bed naked. Our cocks were touching one another’s, and the sensation was nearly indescribable. I was still ambivalent about the wrestling part but knew there would be lots of feeling and touching. I realized that by wrestling nude, the activity was going to get us from point A to point B seemed nearly a hetro reason for actually touching each other.

    He asked me if I was ready, and I said I was. Mike basically jumped on me. Our cocks collided and sent sparks through my system. Mike was on top, our cocks were next to each other, and his skin felt satin. I did not need to wrestle, I needed to touch this guy everywhere. Mike made some jokes about our stiffies, and He told me to try and reverse our positions. I made some half-hearted attempts, but Mike was there to help, and so I now ended up on top of him. We probably wrestled for a half-hour, before Mike made a comment that he was getting all sticky from me. I apologized for my leaking dick. Mike looked at the time and thought it might be useful to get to sleep. I told him that there was no way I was going to get to sleep in this condition. I needed to take care of my hard-on. He agreed.

    We both laid back on my headboard and started stroking our cocks. I know we kept looking at each other’s cocks, and then at some point, Mike asked if I minded trying his hand on me. Of course, I said no. He wrapped his soft as silk hand around my cock, groaned, which was terrible because my parents were sleeping in the next room. He jacked me for a bit before I was brave enough to just wrap my hand around his amazing cock. From that point, it did not take either of us long to bust our nut. Mike came first and man what a thick load. His cum looked like Elmer’s glue. It was really thick and sticky. I know because what did not hit his neck and belly was on my hand. Shortly after that, I blew my load. It was as much as Mike’s but did not travel to my neck. Mine was just a bit thinner than his, but Mike seemed to love it. He asked me if I had ever eaten my cum. I said a few times, but then Mike asked if I had ever eaten someone else’s. I said no. Mike licked my cum off his hand first before he started licking my stomach, clean. He told me it tasted delicious. It was my turn. I confess to starting a little tentatively, but once I got that thick creamy load from my hand into my mouth, I could not wait to lick it off his body. After I had cleaned him up, he asked if I ever kissed a boy. I said that I had done, and then he asked had I ever kissed a boy who had my cum in his mouth. I said no, so he leaned in and placed his lips on mine. Slow and easy at first, and once he opened his lips, I opened mine, and his tongue went in my mouth really fast, licking all around my mouth, trying to taste his cum. I sent my tongue over to his mouth to do the same to me. There was some pretty severe kissing going off for a few minutes, I started to get hard again, Once he pulls away, he got off my bed and got on the mattress. However, before he did, he slid his hand down my cock one more time and called me an animal. I laughed and settled into bed.

    Whenever Mike came to spend a weekend, I could guarantee that there would be nude wrestling, jacking off, and cum eating. We saw each other in February before his musical rehearsals began. We sometimes talked when he was at rehearsal, and I still saw him on the occasional weekend. I went to see him in his musical, he had the lead. I can remember sitting there watching him and knowing that I had something of him in me. It was kind of crazy. After graduation, we started to drift apart. By the fall of the following year, we had stopped talking to each other. I heard bits and pieces from his high school classmates about what he was doing in college, but once we all graduated from college, he was lost. I have tried multiple times to find him, but no luck.

    I guess Mike really was my first real boyfriend without putting a label on it. I had messed around with a few other guys from my school, but that was just jerking off. I felt something for Mike.
  13. As we walked out of the restroom together, I remember telling myself that I did not want to have sex with him, I just wanted to compare dicks. However, I was a little low on male friends, so I figured I would do whatever I needed to make a friend. I walked back to my buss and found out the show was called and would be Monday night. I was happy because I thought I would see him again on Monday night. Because the contest was a school night, we went and performed and left. I never got to see him Monday night.

    I was going to their practice on Tuesday, so I figured I would get his digits then. I know I have only described his huge dick. Mike was probably 5'6". I would never guess his weight, but he was a brick shit house of a young man. Mike was cracking with muscle. He had this beautiful blonde hair that barely moved. His complexion was radiant, and Mike only had a little stubble on his chin. It was funny that he was Italian and looked more Scandinavian. When I discovered Mike was Italian, I could not believe it. Mike had great control of his body, so he knew how to be sexy and flirty when needed.

    After practice on Tuesday, I hung out on the practice field, waiting to see if he would approach me. He played a little hard to get by going and talking to a couple of other people before me, but he ended up with me. The flirting started. We laughed about how we had seen each other for almost a month and never really talked. He asked me if I wanted to go out for pizza. At that point, I would have followed him off a cliff since his smile produced dimples with sparkling green eyes.

    A couple of others joined us at the pizza place, but we sat across from each other, giving us a chance to continue flirting. When we finally finished eating and headed outside, his sister went to the car, and he and I stood at my car. We talked about getting together to get to know each other better. Let me tell you he had a cock I wanted to get to know better for sure.

    During the fall, Mike and I began spending a lot of time on the phone or at each other's homes. We lived probably a good hour away from each other, so we wanted to see each other bad driving that far. After a few weeks of traveling back and forth, I talked to Mike about spending the night at my house. He said he thought his parents would be ok with that. I asked my parents, and they were excellent. He spent more time at my house than I spent at Mike's home.

    My bedroom was in the front of the house (I had the master because I also had a drum set). My parents slept in what was the middle bedroom. You had to walk through it to get downstairs. Mike and I went to the attic and brought down a roll-away mattress on which he would sleep. We made his bed and put our gym shorts on, so we were ready to sleep. I am stopping today's installment here, so it is not too long. I will post on another day. Thanks for reading. Stay tuned for more.
  14. First I suppose a little background would help this. When I was in high school, I was in the marching band. Our band competed and the other band I am talking about also competed. Oddly these two bands competed against each other at our Championship. Their band (the one I taught) beat us by a few hundredths of a point. I should also point out that this happened my senior year so I was 18 already and Mike was turning 18 in a week or two.

    Mike was one of the drum majors of the band with which I was working as a senior in high school. I knew Mike, but I had never really talked to Mike at practice except maybe a hello. I had become with one of Mike’s friends George, but Mike and I did not talk.

    We had gotten through band camp and both bands (the one I marched with and the one I taught) were at North Penn for a competition that occurred early in September.

    The weather that evening was threatening. Even though it had begun to rain, competitions go on. I remember sitting on the bus watching the football field where another band performing. Though it began to thunder, they kept performing. They were about 2 minutes or less from the completion of their show when an announcer came over the PA and announced’ “Put your flags down now!” There was some confusion and the order was repeated. They stopped just short of finishing their show and the show was delayed.

    We sat on the busses for probably over an hour while waiting to see what was going to happen. After asking over and over We were finally permitted off the busses to go to the restroom. The restroom was packed and as I had a bit of a bashful bladder, I frequently went into a stall. It was just too busy for that so I had to stand in line for a urinal. I suddenly found myself standing next to Mike. We began a rather awkward conversation, but it was clear that we were going to be next to each other at the urinal. Now Mike was not real tall, but he was a blonde with blue eyes as well. He had a very tight compact body. I noticed he had quite a bulge and it was probably at that moment I decided I wanted to see what he was packing. We kept looking at each other as though there was a secret between us that only we knew. We made small talk while waiting and he left other guys before him to make sure we were both at the urinals at the same time.

    When I got to the urinal I was fairly certain I was not going to be able to go. Here this really hot blonde with a big dick was standing right next to me with his dick hanging out and I noticed that he was looking up. I got hard while I stood there trying my damnedest to pee. I guess he was looking up and over because he must have seen me trying to check him out. He took a step or two back so I could see him. He had quite a chub going by now. I am pretty sure I made some sort of gasping sound. t of course happened, yes we stepped up to the urinals next to each other. We both found it a bit tricky to pull our zippers up because we were both nearly fully hard. I realized as we walked out of the restroom together that there was some mutual interest there. I think I realized that night that Mike and I were destined to be friends. Part two is coming!
  15. Wow - I seriously thought no one would read that post, so to the ones who have so far thank you! To those that have left comments - a big thank you!

    This has actually been a pretty good weekend, though it didn't really start out that way. This COVID 19 thing and then the demonstrations and just life in general occasionally gets the better of me. I also tend to pick sad gay-themed movies. What usually ends up happening is that by the end of the movie I am sobbing and my nose is running and my cat, who has been enjoying the luxuriousness of my lap gives me the stink eye. I did some gardening both Saturday and Sunday and even power washed my deck. It is really nice to have brainless activities to do. They help so much with taking your mind off all the shit that is going on all around you! I also have really great neighbors and so I was lucky enough to have some conversations with them. My new favorite thing to do is sit on the chaise lounge on the deck with my dog and read YA M/M Romance stories. Not going to lie that some of the stories can get me quite aroused when they get to the good parts!! I hope all of you have had a good weekend.

    I think my next entry will be about my first experience - it is probably posted on this site some other place, but what the heck?
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