Virgin male Stories

It was my senior year at St. Matthew’s Catholic High School, which had transitioned to a coeducational format the previous year. As luck would have it, I found myself in Sister Catherine’s fourth-year German class. Every boy, along with a few girls, desired to be in that class because she was undeniably attractive. Her sensuous curves were evident even beneath the habit she wore. I swear, every boy, myself included, walke...

Matthew groaned as Mrs. Phillips touched his cock. She didn’t stroke, just held him firmly in one hand, and kissed him as the other two ladies approached. “Nobody wants just a hand job,” she whispered, and sank to her knees in front of him. Mrs. Lain and Mrs. Vega ran their hands all over his chest, back, and ass as Mrs. Phillips ever so slowly took his hard cock in her mouth. He let out a ragged gasp as she worked her so...

Matthew sipped at the lemonade and picked up the suntan oil as the three ladies arranged themselves on the lawn chairs. The sight of three bare bushy pussies had brought back the butterflies in his stomach and sent his heart racing, but at least his mouth was no longer sandpaper. His cock throbbed in his shorts as he approached the nearest chair which happened to be occupied by Mrs. Phillips. Far from dry, he found his mo...

Summer at last! High school was over, and Matthew had graduated last month with a respectable grade point average and would be off to college in September. He hoped the next four years would be better than the last. High school had not been kind. He had been a true geek. Being a member of the drama club, debate team, and an after-school ballet dancer had left him a social outcast. He had skipped the prom and had never bee...

Malahide in County Dublin, Ireland, is a suburban location where property values are monstrously high and human morals are questionable. Money is not a problem for the nouveau riche but, as my late father used say, “You’re born with taste and class, son. It can’t be bought, hired, learned or stolen. It’s innate.” I’m Tony Harris, junior draughtsman with the firm of James Cadden Architecture in Dublin City centre. I’m the...

“Mom, I’m home!” I shouted from the back door. The aroma of a freshly baked pie, combined with my favorite homemade chili, drew me toward the kitchen. However, she wasn't there, so I went looking for her. As I ascended the stairs, an unfamiliar sound echoed from down the hall. After removing my shoes, I quietly treaded on the mahogany wood floor. Approaching the source of the sound, I noticed that my stepmother's bedroom...