After Luis left that day, I lay back on the bed and thought for a long time. There could be no question now that I was hooked on sucking cock. Yes, I’d had just three encounters, but there was no doubt it got me just as excited as a good fuck with a woman. I thought back to my first sexual encounters with girls, the thrill I felt in touching and tasting the female body, in learning how to give and get pleasures of astonis...

In the bustle surrounding my return to college for sophomore year, I didn’t have much time to think about my introduction to gay sex during a weekend at the lake with my best friend. Not that it ever left my mind completely; sucking my first cock was not the sort of thing I could easily forget. Looking back on it now, years later, I still can’t get over how willingly I did it. Before that weekend, I’d considered myself to...

I woke up late the next morning with a minor headache and major regrets. The headache was attributable to all the wine I’d drunk, the regrets to the fact that I’d had gay sex with my best friend. Why, why, why had I done it? I’m not gay, and until last night I never would have suspected that Jake was, either. But when he’d come on to me, in the sexually charged atmosphere after our naked swim, I’d responded after only the...

The stars were just starting to come out when Jake and I finished the dinner dishes and headed down to the lake. We’d drunk a lot of wine before and during the meal, and it was now time to enjoy some of the killer weed I’d scored just before we made the drive up from the city. Jake had been my closest friend in junior high and high school and we had stayed in touch after graduation despite going to different colleges. I h...

So I’m standing there naked in the woods, with some guy I’ve never seen before coming down the trail, and I can tell he’s just spotted me… But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. A little background is in order. I grew up with two brothers and a sister in a house with just three bedrooms and two bathrooms, so privacy was hard to come by. On top of that, my parents had a remarkably casual attitude about nudity, so it was no...

My friends and family tell me a woman my age -- 25 -- is too young to be so cynical about “romance.” They tell me I have a lot of life ahead of me, and I should be more open to finding real love. But my luck with men so far hasn’t been good, and I find it hard sometimes to stay optimistic about the future.   Part of the problem was, of course, my disastrous marriage. My parents warned me about getting married right out of...

There remains one loose end in this story I need to tie up.  You might remember Stan, the guy who almost caught Matt and me together in the showers during the Memorial weekend campout and later came on to me himself. After giving me a blowjob in those same showers the next day, he had given me a business card and told me to look him up. I had forgotten all about it until I found the card while sorting through some things...

So began my life at college. Looking back now, it’s all a blur -- starting classes, making new friends, getting used to setting my own rules and my own schedule. My relationship with Shana, new as it was, seemed the most solid thing in life, and her room became a sort of refuge when everything else seemed overwhelming, as it does for every college kid now and then. I was, of course, hopelessly in love with her. I’m sure m...

On the way home I thought hard about what had happened these last few weeks. I realized that what I thought of as a summer fling had become something more for Jason. The way he’d kissed me just now -- the way he often kissed me when we weren’t in bed --  suggested that he had developed serious feelings for me. Did I have serious feelings for him? Did my feelings for Shana leave room for any?  I kept thinking about those q...

Three weeks later I graduated. I didn’t see Matt again that summer, and to tell the truth I didn’t think a lot about him, either. My mind was far more occupied with Shana. Although we hadn’t exchanged numbers or emails over Memorial weekend, I’d eventually asked Kelly for Shana’s contact info. But once I had it, I hesitated to use it, because I remembered her saying that night on the beach, “This is it.” What did she mean...

When I opened my eyes the next morning, the rain had stopped and the sun was warming the walls of our tent. Matt was still asleep, so I dressed carefully and slipped outside as quietly as I could.  Mom and Dad were up but Kelly and my little sister were still in bed. Dad poured me a cup of coffee and I sat down at the picnic table. Mom said we’d have breakfast later, when everyone was up, and gave me a donut to tide me ov...

When I woke up, sunlight was streaming through the open door of the tent and Matt was gone. I heard the sounds of breakfast and the murmur of voices coming from the picnic table.  Pulling on some clothes, I noticed there was dried cum on my chest and matted in my pubic hair. I pulled out my phone and reversed the camera to make sure nothing was showing on my face or arms. I was the last one to the table. “What a sleepyhea...

I have two sisters, one a year older and the other seven years younger. I was pretty close to my older sister growing up, because she always treated me more like a good friend than a little brother. We shared a lot of confidence; I knew, for instance, that Kelly lost her virginity before her junior year, and she knew that I lost mine as a junior. I don’t mean to suggest we talked about sex all the time, or in a creepy way...

My junior year in college was notable mainly for a dry spell where women were concerned. I’d had a girlfriend in freshman year and another one as a sophomore, but while the relationships were intensely sexual for a time they petered out for a lack of interest, mostly on my part. Neither woman could hold up her end of a conversation, and hanging out with them got to be dull. What all this meant is that except for a few one...

I sat there with my eyes closed, letting my breathing and heart rate return to normal. I had just had the most intense sexual experience of my life, and I needed a minute to process it. It was nothing mysterious, really.  I, a supposedly straight man, had come on to my gay roommate, kissed him, undressed him and then got on my knees to suck his cock. It had been a long road to this point - months, while I slowly came to t...