Once a week for most of the school year, the boys had been squeezing into our changing rooms for what they called Wank Wednesday. It was exactly what it sounds like. After games class, we'd been watching each other masturbate. It was originally a female-only group, but the boys were allowed in at the suggestion of my friend Tiff, and it turned me on a lot. Fortunately, the teachers always kept their distance so we had som...

Nobody can remember who first suggested masturbating together, but this year it's become our little treat after games class every Wednesday. We go to a private school with a massive sports field. It has a large changing block split in two halves by a narrow corridor. Our lockers and showers are to the left, and the boys have their own to the right. The games teachers have a policy of never entering the pupils' changing bl...

I moved into an upper-class neighborhood in California about four years ago. I lived by myself and was beginning my freshman year of college at UC Berkeley.  My next-door neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Collins, were the first ones to welcome me into the neighborhood. I quickly became close to them and their children. They had four children: three sons [one pair of twin sons] and one daughter. The oldest son, Taylor, was 16 years...

Ellen felt the covers being pulled down. She stirred, her eyes fluttering. She was in her bed, it felt like. With her pink walls and her red, heart-shaped pillow. But she could see the entire cafeteria of her high school and it was crowded with loud murmuring and people eating and talking and working on their homework. Like she should be since her paper was due this afternoon. She closed her eyes again, hoping to God all...

This was the moment that started it all. Here I was sitting on a stool in my kitchen. I was modestly dressed—tennis shoes, black leggings, little pink tank top cropped up high, no bra. This freckle-faced young man named Eric stood between my legs with his hands gently on my waist. I held his face in my hands. I kissed him slowly. Then I opened my lips and waited to see how he’d kiss me back. His tongue came in too fast, t...

The bell sounded it was the end of the last period for the week. I couldn’t believe it, no more law until Tuesday week. I had tort law running through my head at 90 miles per hour, not to mention criminal, the precedence set by this, did he have the state of mind for that? It was seriously all too much.In the cafeteria Billy came over for a chat, as I took the coffee to go. She asked if she could visit on Saturday now we...

I’ve had a pretty typical life, that is, up until the events I will describe in this story, which began almost a year ago. I was born, raised, and educated in the Midwest, and then married my high school sweetheart after we graduated from college. My name is Ryan, and I’m now forty years old and living in a suburb of Minneapolis with my wife, Sarah, and daughter, Brooke. Brooke just turned sixteen in the spring before the...

Jamie tugged on the short whiteskirt, desperately trying to get it lower. Giving a whimper when he realised that as soon as he stood back up and put his hands on the bar, his skirt gently slid back up and revealed more and more of his smooth long brown legs. The skirt barely stopped before reaching his plump ass sticking back as he leaned up against the bar. With a quick hand movement he pushed his short black hair away f...

You must wonder why any dame Would want to watch a soccer game. Balls shot at the net Got our pussies wet. As guys pulled off their shirts, we came. When compared to rugby, it’s tame. But it’s called the beautiful game Because players are so buff As they show off their stuff. Our passions they’re sure to inflame.Soccer players are ever so polite. Their cute, little buns are so tight. Now a girl respects A guy with big pec...

****Note: This story is entirely fictional, as well as my first story for the site.****Bryce and Kyle had been best friends for as long as either could remember. Since the age of 6, the duo had been in and out of trouble together for various stunts. Both were sophomores in high school now, Bryce being 16 for a while and Kyle having just recently celebrated his birthday. Kyle was a lanky kid, skinny arms and skinny legs. T...

Compel. A young gay shape-shifter has a run in with a member from the local pack. "Hey." I glance up from my desk and see a tall guy standing in front of me. He looks like a movie star, with his dark blonde hair, green eyes and tan skin. "Can I help you?" I ask, going back to my drawing. It's a swan, gliding on the lake surface, but I can't get the feathers right. "Are you Hayden Grant?" His voice is deep and smooth. "Yes...

My dad had found a new job and the whole family, of course, had to move to a new location, a new house, a new State and, in my case, a new school. Next school year I would be a junior; I had fair grades coming out of my old school and, according to my father, could be accepted to good colleges. I had started running cross country in my old school and had done well in competitions. At shower times, I began looking at other...

Meg was weeding the flower beds when she heard the truck pull into the drive. She glanced over her shoulder and waved to the two guys inside. William, her husband, had sent them over to help her out around the house; as today was Saturday and he was fishing. Meg dusted the dirt off her hands and walked over to them as they got out of the truck. “Hi Ben, Matt… thanks for coming out here and helping," said Meg. Ben had been...

One boyTwo boysThree boys FourThe ones I choose,My candy storeThey make me laugh They make me cryAnd promise NEVERTo cum in my eyeYou are felt intenselyin different waysI can't help but seek youOut to playSo Sexy, So cleverSo funny and smartChrist! One of youCould break my heart!One boyTwo boysThree boys FourAlways pushing to find out moreI slowly open up and slipWith thoughts of you savouring and tasting my lipOne for th...