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Holy shit. I can’t believe I got sex like that today. I can’t believe you CAN have sex like that. Holy fuck. I … I don’t know what to do. I mean – I’m gay? I just can’t wrap my brain around it. I had sex with a man today?? Just, like, fuck, it won’t sink in. I had sex. With a man. Damn, nothing is going to ever be the same. Is having sex with a guy always going to be like that? Or was it just Brian? Can you be gay if you only have sex with one guy? Fuck, I just don’t know anything about this. I need to talk to someone. But who? Where? The internet? God no. Arg. This is so confusing, and all I can think about is Brian’s body whether I want to or not!

Michael looks down at his cock. “You are lucky I like you, cause you are making my life hard.” Michael pauses. “No pun intended.”

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Oh my god, who is that?? Boy bitch is gonna be mine!

“oh no, Hsu. Look.”
“What?”
“Our new neighbor is putting a ‘MAGA’ sign in his yard.”
“Oh he’s hot as fuck…”
“Hsu, focus, please.”
“Mnnn. I’m focusing alright. I’m gonna go take my immigrant ass over there and corrupt the fuck out of him. But slowly…very slowly…must form a plan…”
“Hsu that’s not a good idea.”
“My dick does not discern between good and bad ideas. Only sexy ideas.”
Andrew looked out the window. “…That poor man. He doesn’t know what he’s about to happen to him.”
“Oh don’t pity him, Andrew. Envy him. He’s gonna be enlightened to the wonders of fucking a cute boy’s ass. He’s gonna be born again. Praise the lord, Hallelujah.” Hsu smiled.
“…I’m seriously glad you aren’t on the side of evil, cause you kind of frighten me sometimes.”
“Sorry Andrew. I haven’t gotten laid recently. I have needs.”
Andrew pats him on the shoulder. “It’s ok. Just …don’t eat him ok?”
Hsu exhales. “Fine. I’ll try. Mmmn look at him bend over in those gym shorts…”

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Georgie read the message and huffed. The fourth message came in. “Maybe”. He was tired of dealing with boy, this supposedly straight boy who couldn’t make up his mind about Georgie. Georgie was starting to think being toyed with was worse than being flat out rejected. So Georgie texted back: Don’t insult me with your maybes. I’m hot and sexy and very fuckable. Men grab my ass ALL THE TIME at the Abbey. You can kiss and cuddle me, but don’t lead me on.
Then he hit the ‘send’ button with a harumph, and went to make his protein shake.

Georgie was surprised that Walter texted him back – and he was really surprised at the content!:
Ok ok, I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s not fair. The truth is, I want to do those thing to you in reverse order. I want to fuck you, then kiss you, and cuddle you. I just…I don’t understand why, and some part of me in my head is ashamed of it and can’t move forward.
Then another message: I think I was just hoping you’d take the initiative, but I realized that was unfair of me and stupid. I just…need some patience. Please?

Georgie’s heart melted. “Aww poor little bi boy is so confused. Straightness corrupted his brain. And he does want to fuck me! And he wants me to be his first!” Georgie clutched his phone to his chest and sighed. “Be still my heart! Ok ok what do I tell him mmm.”
Georgie texted back: I was really floored by your confession. You’re right, it wasn’t fair, and I wasn’t ever going to force myself on you and just magically hope you’d like it. Also if you’re struggling, the LGBT Center off Selma Ave has sliding-scale therapy for people coming out. If you want to go talk to them…I’ll wait.

The response came back: Please wait.
Georgie swooned into a chair. “Walter is such a romantic!” He couldn’t help it. He was charmed. Georgie typed a response and hit send: Waiting.

The next day, the confused lad sent Georgie a photo of the LGBT Support Center. Georgie cupped his cheek and aww’ed. “Oh bless him, he’s really trying. Keep this up Walter and I’m so gonna fall for you harder!”

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John stared as his best friend peeled off the polo shirt that clung to every muscle. He tried to act casual and not react to the fact that his cock was hardening in his jeans. He’d seen Mark shirtless before, but god, there was something the actual act of taking it off…watching him peel off every inch to reveal slabs of meat under marbled skin. John still couldn’t believe that Mark had offered to spice up a game of pool by making it into strip pool.
“Now we’re even,” Mark smirked, chucking it aside.
John tried to act normal. “Yeah, I guess we are.” He fumbled with the pool cue, staring hard at the table.
“Got it there  John?”
“Yep. Just one two many beers I guess.”
“You seeing two balls instead of one there?” Mark laughed.
John felt his pants grow even tighter at the way Mark said the word “balls”. Would it sound that way, if he said it husky and breathless? Yeah baby, love the way my balls feel smacking against your tight ass… John lined up the shot and sent a striped ball ricocheting.
Mark laughed. “Man, I had no idea you were such a lightweight!”
“I guess I should have eaten earlier,” John muttered, passing the pool cue.
Mark took it. “Well you know the rule. Belt off.”
John sighed and undid it. It was quite a dilemma. In order to get Mark naked, he’d have to kick his ass in pool, but every time he won, he got more distracted by Mark’s loss of clothes. What a problem! He was working the belt in his hands, twisting it and lightly snapping the two parts together, worrying it as he pondered the situation. Then, something interested happened. Mark kept looking at him, distracted… and then he blew his shot. John raised an eyebrow. He looked at the belt in his hands, then up at Mark. Mark coughed, looking oddly red in the face.
“Your fuckery is contagious,” Mark said accusingly.
John felt a flame of lust flicker in his gut. If that meant what he thought he did… John grinned. “Maybe you should drink more.”
“Ohhh no no no,” Mark said quickly. “That, is a very bad idea. Your turn.”
“You first. You gotta take something off now.”
“I’m not wearing a belt,” Mark retorted.
“Lose your socks then.”
“Damn.”
John snickered. They were both down to their pants now. John set his belt carefully on the edge of the pool table. Mark’s eyes followed it the entire time. John picked up the pool cue. Things were about to get much more interesting. He was finally going to get an answer if Mark preferred boxers or briefs.

John was not prepared for a jockstrap, or waking up on the pool table the next morning holding it in his hand.

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Colin Wayne

Taylor put the lid on his alkaline water, minutes from heading out to work as grunt at a high profile law firm, when a sight made him stop. HE was back again. Taylor didn’t know his name. He lived in the yard behind him, and they shared a fence. Because Taylor’s house that he lived in – with three other guys – was on a hill, he could see into the other backward cause of the slope. And this guy, this boy, was becoming Taylor’s obession. 

Taylor saw him often, usually taking care of the yard in a jockstrap or sometimes nothing at all. He always had this handsome piece of leather around his neck. Sometimes the boy would be hanging laundry or skimming the pool. Once he saw him scrubbing screens from the windows. Lots of grilling in the summer and gardening in the spring. Once in a blue moon, Taylor got a glimpse of what the boy was doing right now. He was reclining on a chaise lounge in a crop top and using a dildo on himself. There was some sort of metal thing on the boy’s cock that wasn’t there before. God, he was really getting into it! Taylor swallowed. He looked like he was really enjoying himself, fucking himself with that toy…his mouth was open in an ‘o’ shape and his back was arched, one leg pulled up. 

Taylor glanced at the clock. He really needed to go, but he couldn’t pull away even though it made him feel weird. It wasn’t that he felt grossed or even disgusted; mostly it made him feel uncomfortable and it had taken him weeks to figure out just what the emotion was:envy. The more he watched the boy, the more he didn’t want to go to work. The more he wished for that life. A quiet life taking care of the home, making everything clean and proper. A nice pool to swim in, and hot mornings pleasuring yourself on a chaise lounge chair. Taylor wasn’t sure if the boy was a live in servant or some sort of kinky submissive or something, but god he seemed to have a great life. Taylor had seen him making out with a really handsome guy on the back porch before. He’d never seen a gay couple quite like them.

Matter of fact, he’d never even known any gay couples. All his friends were straight. Taylor even thought he was straight. But there’d never been a girl that did it for him. Not like his best friend Kevin and his girlfriend Shawna, who were so obviously in love. Taylor swallowed hard. God, why did he want what the boy had so much? Did a dildo feel that good? Oh god, Taylor realized, he was getting an erection.

Taylor fumbled with his glass water bottle and barely caught it before it fell off the counter. Shit! He really should go. He was going to miss his train to New York if he didn’t. But the boy was taking forever to cum! With a pang of regret, he tore his eyes away from the hot backyard scene and made his way out the door. 

Taylor couldn’t stop thinking about the boy the whole way to work and nearly missed his stop. Was he getting closer to figuring out what the void was in his life? Was the life he was living even the right one for him? He’d just done what his parents had expected of him, and had done well…but despite winning this coveted job, Taylor wasn’t happy. And he knew it. He thought back to an older memory of the boy and his lover kissing on the back deck of their home. God, how wonderful it’d be to be loved like that…

On the way home from work, Taylor got up the courage and bought himself a dildo.

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Text is fictional. This is Colin Wayne and you can’t really tell, but he is ripped as hell.

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“That was some good sex,” Amal says, exhaling.
“I’m surprised you can move,” I say, my voice tinged with admiration.
“I’m not moving for a while. Just going to enjoy this afterglow.”
“And you thought sex with a man wasn’t going to be as good as with a woman.”
Amal turns his head at me. “It wasn’t that. I was scared it was going to be better.”
I blinked. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“And was it?”
“Yep,” he sighs, “Way better. The way I felt pounding your ass, man…being able to just let go. Just…fuck.” Amal takes another drag.
“Sorry,” I reply, smiling.
“No you’re not.”
“Absolutely not. When can we do it again?”
Amal chuckles. “When we can both move again.”
“Mmn. Give me twenty minutes. I’ll ride you,” I offer.
“Jesus christ, you’re going to make me into a chain smoker.”
That makes me laugh. I never thought corrupting a man could be so fun. Life could be so unexpectedly wonderful sometimes.

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“Aaand there. All done. Fresh and clean.”
I watched fondly as Dion smoothed the edges of the bandage. I couldn’t help but give him a little smile. “Thank you for changing that out. Makes me sick to my stomach.”
“Yeah it was pretty gross,” he admitted. “The infection is going away though. What matters is that your leg is gonna be fine right?”
“Yep. The doctor said the surgery went well. I should be able to ski next season. That is, if I don’t get into another car accident, of course.”
“Good,” Dion said, running his fingers over my thigh. “Does it hurt?”
I nodded. “I’ve been cutting back on the pills cause I’m scared of getting addicted to them.”
“Where does it hurt?”
I tore my eyes away from watching his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. I wondered how he shaved so close. I was always scruffy. “Um. It hurts here.” I pointed to the middle of the bandage.
I felt all the air rush out of my lungs when he bent over and placed a most delicate kiss against it. “Better?” he purred.

“Y-yes,” I said. “Also here.” I pointed to a spot on my thigh where a thick scab had formed. I was in my underwear, putting my legs on full display.
“Mmm.” Dion kissed it too.“
“And… here, on my hip, where it’s bruised.”
“Poor baby.” I tried not to gasp as his soft lips brushed my pelvis. He was so close to my crotch, that it was exciting me. I had no idea what sort of game he was playing. Dion was my best friend, but after my accident, he had been there for more than anyone else. He was the one holding my hand when I woke up in the hospital.
“And … here.” I pointed to my sternum, where the air bag had hit it. Dion pulled himself up towards me to reach it. He was so close now I could smell his shampoo. My heart was racing. The air felt thicker, warmer, and it wasn’t just because we were in Vermont, in June.
“Anywhere else?” he asked, his voice raspy. I never noticed before that he had little flecks of gold in his eyes.
“Yeah…” I murmured. “Here.” I placed the tip of my finger on my tongue, hoping, praying, he would take it this far.

Dion gazed at me, looking for answers in my face. I must have looked pitiful and desperate for his attention, all banged up and needy.
“There? What hurts there?” he said in a teasing tone of voice.
“I bit it this morning, eating breakfast.”
He chuckled, a low, velvety bass note. “You really are helpless without me to fix everything aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“Here?” he asked, sliding his finger against my tongue. “Oh I feel a bump.”
I reached up and grabbed his wrist as vertigo swallowed me up. This was becoming too much, this close intimacy. It was going all too fast. “Dion-”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make that feel better too.”
Before I could protest, he dipped his head and pushed his full lips against mine. My jaw muscles clenched to kiss him back hard, then slackened so I could open my mouth and let him in. He rubbed his tongue against mine, kissing me so deeply he stole all the air right out of my lungs. I moaned, and released his retreating wrist so I could cup his cheek.
“Dion,” I gasped between his assaults. He spilled his pent up emotions into me. He was finally allowing himself to taste me and have me after no doubt telling himself for weeks that I was “only a friend”. I felt something nudge against my other thigh and I realized a moment later what it was. Dion was erect and jutting forward. He was wearing thin sweatpants over his jockstrap, I would later discover, and it betrayed him entirely. I resisted rising up underneath him to grind against him, as I was also full of need.
He broke the kiss, and he hovered over me, panting. “Wow,” was all he said. “You feel better?”
“Y-yeah. Better than any pill the doctors gave me.”
“Good.” He began to nuzzle my jaw, not minding the scratchy stubble. “D-…Dion?”
“Yeah?” he said, sounding distant and hazy.
“I have another problem now.”
“Hm?”
“Down there…between my legs. It’s a bit hot, and it hurts a little, because it’s so tight.”
Without even hesitating, Dion reached down and placed his palm over my cock trapped in my underwear. I inhaled, making a rather unsexy sounding choking noise. “Dion!”
“Yeah, that is definitely a problem. Mmn…wow you are really hard. You’re big when you’re hard. Can I…can I touch you, in your underwear? I’ve never gotten to play with a guy before. I’ve always…always wanted to.”
“Ooooh yeah, you can. You’ve done such a good job of taking care of me. I wouldn’t deny you anything.”
“Would you play with mine?” he asked, tilting his head.
“I’ll reward you for everything,” I rasped, unsure if this was really happening.
“Good,” he sighed, petting me. I whimpered. Dion took that as an invitation to kiss me back.This time, I could not resist the urge to frot up against him, and to my sheer delight, Dion squeeze my shaft and rubbed his own against my crotch. My vision began to swim, and my heart thudded in my chest as my dormant sex drive awake. Then, Dion pressed his weight on top of me and the edges of reality began to unravel.

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Todd relaxes on the couch in his bedroom and gazes out the window. He came right home from practice and stripped down. He had settled in for his post-school wank before his parents got home, but his mind would not settle on a female fantasy. There were lots, and they usually did the trick alright…but it wasn’t working today. Todd’s mind kept drifting to the way Coach Mack had patted him on the butt after practice, gave him just the tiniest of squeezes, and said, “Good work out there today, kid.”

The words had made pride flourish in his chest. Todd’s father was a perfectionist and not one to dispense praise merely for effort, only for taking top prize. It made him feel good to know Coach recognized him… but that grab, that squeeze. It had sent a zing right to his balls. He’d never felt anything like that before! He began to stroke himself as he imagined Coach squeezing his ass. With a sigh of surrender, Todd relented and let his mind wander to a forbidden place. A taboo place. He had denied to himself that he wanted to look at it, but he was 99.999% sure Coach Mack did not wear underwear and it was noticeable. Behind his eyelids, Todd could easily picture Coach’s goods moving around in his athletic shorts like he’d seen a hundred times, his balls shifting with every step. God, why was that making his dick so hard? Todd didn’t get it. He was straight.

He’d seen other guys naked in the locker room before, and he’d seen their dicks, but it hadn’t excited him like this. Todd sped up his pace as he masturbated. He created a new fantasy that he’d seen Coach Mack’s balls fall out and Coach had let him stuff them back up. Soon his mind was reeling, exploring scenarios about touching in the shower, kissing, cupping-

and then the world went white. Sounds of flesh pumping flesh were muted by blood pounding his ears. “Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” Todd gasped like a fish out of water as a huge orgasm ripped through him. His toes curled, his legs cramped. Jizz splashed everywhere, up his torso, his collarbone, hell there were flecks on his cheek! His vision went a bit spotty for a moment too. He felt sore, like he’d been tossed by a wave.

He crested downward on a slide glide, still playing with himself. Wow! he thought, panting. What the hell was that?? 

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