Stories of gay seduction
I have been getting some e/mails from a young guy who reads my stories, Over the course of the past 2 weeks he has e/mailed me at least once a afternoon, he has told me his story of his sexual experience, and has asked me to write a story about him, Some readers might uncover this story disturbing as it includes sex between an adult and a teenager. I possess taken what he has told me and spiced it up a unbiased bit, I contain let him inspect the drafts before I will announce the story, and he says that even most of what I contain wrote is almost exactly how things have happened. So here is the first part of Billy’s Story in my words.
BILLY’S STORY Part 1
I am just an ordinary male child, I have 3 brothers and a sister, I am the middle kid a brother and sister older and two younger brothers, I live in Manchester in England on a council housing estate, I am 16 years old. I am about 5 foot 10 inches high medium build but I am not fat just average, I have brownish hair that I keep short Number 3 cut, My dad works as a lorry driver and my mum works part period in a supermarket, between them they don’t make much money and they argue constantly about money and things, My Dad drinks a lot, and my Mu
My gay seduction.
Author:dlcalguy
Date:6 May 2016
Anal, Fantasy, First Time, Gay
I was in his apartment. He was older than me by a few years and I suspected he was at least bi-sexual but he was a nice guy and it was just to watch the game on his big-screen, so no big deal.
Had a few beers and the game ended.
"Feel love watching a grimy movie?"
"OK, sure. "
I was pretty comfortable but I'd only watched a porno with other guys once, at a stag party when there loads of other people there. The conversation then was bravado and bluster. This would be different.
More distinct than I realized when the feature turned out to be all-male.
"Do you mind?"
"It's not what I usually watch"
"Did you ever monitor gay porn?"
"No, never."
"But, undertake you mind?"
"I guess not, if you like it."
He started talking about sex as we watched.
"So did you ever do anything with another guy?"
"Nope.... no... nothing."
"Don't believe you"
"....a friend of my brother jerked me off once"
"how old were you?"
"Eighteen"
"and h
‘Love Between Men: Seductive Stories of Afternoon Pleasure’ Edited by Shane Allison
In the 1970s and ‘80s, I would drop by some Greenwich Village bookstore along West 8th Street or down Christopher Street, browsing books while my eyes were eagerly anticipating a surreptitious browse in return. Sometimes, it was easy to notice a potential bed mate; other times, I’d have to confront an evening of row upon row of books drooling down at me, offering no potential satisfaction.
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It seemed so strange to see everyone dressed in there graduation robes. Hell, we all looked alike! No T-shirts of various kinds; some with controversial messages. No Jeans with holes ripped in suggestive locations. No array of footwear from clogs to fancy boots. The robes seemed to take away all individuality that kept things interesting. But there was one thing that had not changed. Clark Rogers. He still glanced at me often, even now as we waited our turn to accept our diplomas. My last name is Roberts; Joe Roberts. I was therefore standing beside Clark and would receive my diploma before he received his.
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