Years earlier, when I was in high school, a friend of mine had introduced me to gay sex. I had spent the night at his house, and his parents were sound asleep upstairs. We were lying on the floor in his den, watching the usual Cinemax soft-core crap. My cock was harder than I could ever remember it being before, maybe because of the novelty of someone else in the room with me. We laughed about the movie, and then he shocked the hell out of me by leaning over and kissing me. I was shocked, but instantly curious. My sexual experience at that point was minimalokay, non-existent. Even though I had never thought about sex with a guy, it was a chance that I wasnt going to

On the way home he apologized again, saying he hadnt had sex for a long time except for jacking off, which he didnt really enjoy and had a hard time shooting off doing it. "I had no right to seduce you. It was wrong." "Robin, I dont know about right or wrong. Maybe you didnt notice, but I liked it. I could have stopped you but I wanted you to seduce me and I loved having sex with a man for the first time and I want to do it again. I dont care if it is wrong." "Are you really sure?" "Absolutely!" It was now my turn to cry. He put his right arm around me and pulled my head over to his chest and drove the rest of the way with only his left hand.

Gay action got slower when I turned and slower still when I turned . By age , spontaneous encounters slowed to a trickle. Pickup offers were a thing of the past. I had to work a lot harder to get cock. I found myself shamelessly working gay bars, practically begging for young dick. Getting rejected time after time can send you reeling into despair. Its not that Im ugly or out of shape -- its simply a matter of age. Soon I became thankful for glory holes, one truly "equal opportunity" way of cruising, but thats

By popular demand, heres another peek into the head of Ferris, the boy who is definitely not gay. Just ask him! Im not gay, and Im glad, thats for sure. I was watching that fag Philip at our school the other day, being all faggy and stuff. The way he practically waves his butt in your face in the locker room for gym, and hes like drooling if we have to put our jocks on.

I had been overcome with lust for Roy the first time I laid eyes on him in the gay Centaur bar. He was beautiful and broad-shouldered, blonde and with a magnificent Palomino stallion body. He was very sexy and muscular, and set all of the Centaurs huge hardons a-sway when his giant, gentle body bumped theirs in the crowded bar. Even the handsome bartender, a professional charmer with a magnificent body any of us would die for, could not hide his enormous frontal and rear hardons when Roys long, muscular arms found themselves comfortably draped around the shoulders of his fellow Centaurs. Aroused myself, I had to laugh inwardly watching the bartender trying

I learned this technique as a result of my visit to an art gallery that was displaying "homoerotic art," which it defined as art that celebrates "gay love." Of course, there is no such thing as "love" when it comes to sex, homosexual or otherwise, for sex is about power, mot love.

Im not gay, OK? Definitiely not gay. Lets get that straight at the outset. I am not gay. I like sex, but I am not gay. Sex is sex, but gay is something else altogether. I know a fag in my junior high school, and I know that Im not like him. I am a stud. I am not gay. So when my twin brother Leigh and I jerk each other off, its fun and all, but its just

I didnt see him as date potential as he obviously wasnt gay, though he certainly was attractive. A couple of days later I went to dinner at a friends house and I casually mentioned the encounter. Dennis was my friend from college days and his partners name is George. "Sounds like he was fishing for information to me." "I dont think so," I said, "I just think people are more attuned to there being gay guys out there and hell, Im twenty-five and not getting any younger. He could well have guessed that Im gay." "That could be," George said, "But if I were you, Id go ahead and try and answer his questions about being gay.

Robbie couldt believe that he was actually doing this. How did he let Sean pursuade him into this? This was new to him, different and wrong, but arousing at the same time. Robbie and Sean had had a bit too many beers and were feeling the effects of the alcohol. The humid evening air hung heavy, a scent of grass and horses filled the air. Looking down at his hand, Robbie saw that his hand only reached halfway round the big horse cock. His thoughts were racing through his mind.

And as you may have guessed it, I am gay. If I was not gay, or at least bi, why would my story be on Nifty? My story revolves around a boy I met in high school and really wanted to know especially in the biblical sense. His name is Kyle. Kyle is , a senior in high school, ", pounds, blonde hair with blue eyes. I met Kyle when he was a freshman and I was a junior. This cute blonde kid was walking down