By azbibottomcd. I moved away from home in the midwest to a large metro area and started working straight out of high school. While working in a delivery restaurant, I made some excellent friends and partied very heartily with many. One, in particular, was Mark, and we hit it off and became great friends. We would party a lot, drink heavily, and have our pick of like-aged women all the time. He moved back to New York and got married
Read moreAnonymous Author (the Oracle BBS) Summer was just beginning, and I still didn’t have a job between my junior and senior year at CU. I didn’t know how I was going to spend my summer or how I was going to pay for next year’s tuition. Spring in Denver is always pretty so I wasn’t in too much of a hurry, but something had better happen before all the other students got the remaining summer jobs. I went down to
Read moreArtOutOfMyMind Until recently, I thought I was a normal 23-year-old single guy enjoying life a day at a time without a care in the world. My job in construction gave me lots of money and a decent apartment that I didn’t have to share with anyone but my dog, Bud. My only sexual thoughts were of the hot women that I met at the local clubs. They were constantly trying to move in with me, but I let them know
Read moreAnon Frank was a little agitated that I was not getting around quick enough for our usual Wednesday routine. Wednesday and Thursday were my days off from work, because I worked Saturday and Sunday. My room mate John worked a normal Monday through Friday gig fixing computers. I worked in a warehouse, not real exciting but it paid the bills while I looked for a better job. Wednesday was Frank’s day, in that I spent most of it naked so
Read moreGreat Balls of F1re As a young man I had trouble finding a summer job. I lived in a small country town so there weren’t too many places like shopping marts or restaurants I could apply to. There were ranch-hand jobs, of course, but most of those openings were already taken by students from the Agriculture Course at my local College. I studied science, with a physics major, not Agriculture. The ranches that still had work going thought I wasn’t
Read moreEquine H. Pferdphile To a casual observer, the unusual aspects of the gathering was not that it was attended only by men over fifty, or that I was the youngest man present, other than the ten waiters–no, rather it was that everyone was clothed except me. I was the only nude person there. Oh, one more thing, I also had a constant hard on. But my nudity was not to be the most noteworthy or I should say memorable aspect
Read moreSwamprat Wanted: One male model to pose for pictures. Some nude scenes. Apply at…. Sounds good to me, John thought, as he took the small card off the Job Board. A few hours posing for some ‘artist’ would help pay for his books. John went to the dorm and called. He called the number. “Hello? Yes, I’m calling about the model… No, no problem with animals… Four pm? Sure… See you then.” Animals, he wondered? John went to his room,
Read moreBy crazycatfree I’m a white thirty-five year old male crossdresser, and I have several wigs and many outfits. You can find very good video tutorials online on doing makeup. I’m five feet eight inches tall, and weigh one-hundred and thirty pounds. I’m almost completely passable dressed as a woman. On a scale of one through ten, I’d say that I’m an eight on looks. However, I don’t go out in public dressed as a female, only around friends. I’m a
Read moreDogBone421 (DogBone421@aol.com) It was easy to drive up to the farm-house hidden off the road in the darkness of the night. The hard part was getting out of my patrol car and walking up to the door, I had come to know all too well. No matter how many times I’ve been here I still get butterflies. Yeah, me, a hard as nails State Trooper who’s trained to kill! Off in the distance I could hear the constant barking of
Read moreMaxijohndoe Queer, Fruit, Sissy, and Faggot. I’d been called them all as part of growing up gay in a small southern town. But never had those words been as hurtful as shouted by that hypocrite Daryl Moss as he sped away in his Pickup, waving my shorts out the window. I had gone with Daryl and his buddies “fishing” and they had spent a boozy weekend drinking and having me suck them off, or they’d take turns fucking my arse.
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