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  Kurt's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:35 PM - Replies (1)

   


It was 1991. It was a different time.
I had just graduated high school. I lived in a small rural town that was just big enough to finally get its own high school. My class was one of the very first to spend all four years at the new school. The town was big enough to have a Burger King, a McD's, a Wendy's, a KFC, a Little Caesar's, and a Domino's. We had a K-Mart and a Sears, though the Sears was barely bigger than a fast food place and didn't have much there, but you could order anything through the catalog.
Being gay was hugely different then too. You didn't just come out and tell everyone then. Guys still got beat up for even being suspected as a fag. I went all through high school hiding it, just like every other gay guy did. I suspected there might be at least one other gay kid in my school, but probably not in my class.
My first job was at KFC. I was still working there when I graduated. There wasn't a lot of other choices in town, and my folks weren't going to be able to afford any college for me or my younger bro or sis. They just barely were able to help with my first car. I paid for over half of it with what I'd saved up working at KFC since I was fourteen.
So there I was, eighteen, total virgin, total closet case homo. Some of my friends had moved on to college, some had been smart enough for that, some had been able to get a decent job at one of the factories in a nearby town that was big enough to have a couple. Some went to work at co-op or such. My friend James and I were pretty much stuck at KFC. By now I was of legal age and could be made an actual assistant manager, so I was. James could have, but he was getting more into pot and beer and partying, so he was still hourly. We were still good friends, just growing apart and different. He had a girlfriend, too. Nice girl, and they were talking marriage and kids. She had a better job than we did.
Anyway, it was summer now, and some of the high school kids were looking for jobs. This year I was trusted to go through the applications and cut them up in to "Likely" or "Maybe" or "Not" based on what I knew of the applicant from school and around town and such. Then the first assistant did the interviews of the "Likely" ones, and then maybe some of the "Maybe" ones if she still wanted to hire some more. We had lost four employees to either college or better jobs over the last month, and two kids to vacations with family, so we needed four full-time and two temps. I'd picked the ones I knew who had decent grades and reputations for the "Likely" and they were interviewed first. Cathy asked me to help with the interviews, and to learn how to do them, so maybe I would take that over in the coming year or so. We went through the interviews, and after we agreed on who looked the best. She hired them, and I was in charge of their training and orientation.
There were these two guys that really caught my attention - Brent and Randy. They were both sixteen, and this would be their first jobs. They were both clean-cut guys with reputations as decent dudes. They had been sophomores last year when I was a senior, so I sort of knew them. To be honest, I'd paid a lot of attention to them both last year.
Brent was slightly beefy, slightly stocky, a bit solid. Not fat at all, just real dense. Blond hair, blue eyes, smooth round face, square jaw, thick trunk and legs, all around a really built dude. If he would get into weight lifting he could probably become a wrestling stud.
Randy was slightly tall, slightly lean, a bit lanky. Not skinny at all, just real fit. Sandy-blond hair with honey and hay streaks, deep brown eyes, long oval face, slightly pointed jaw, trim body and narrow legs, all around a really lean guy. He could have been the swimmer type.
They were both pretty hot, so I'd noticed them. I'd wished I'd had them in gym, but I didn't. I had the year before, when they were freshmen, but I hadn't noticed them yet. Well, I had, but they hadn't been very interesting then. I sort of remembered that Brent was shortish and thick down there, with just a few hairs toward the end of the year, and Randy had been sort of long with only a hint of fuzz at year's end. There hadn't been a lot to notice two years ago.

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  Len's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:33 PM - Replies (1)

   


My first-time story happened when I was 14. But I must go back more than four years to tell the start of the story.
I had a neighbor named Roger. Roger was almost three years older than me. Older than my sister but younger than my brother. Roger used to come to our house to play games like Monopoly and Crazy Eights and watch TV. He wasn't exactly my brother's friend, or my sister's, he was just a kid who hung around a lot. We also went to his house and played in his big yard. Roger would ignore me when older kids were around, but he would let me play with his HotWheels and he would let me help him build models when it was just the two of us.
One day I was playing with Roger pretending he was a monster, and I was a hero from a movie, and I vanquished him and kept him pinned down as he struggled to get away. Roger got red in the face and left the room. Roger and I had played like this many times, but suddenly he didn't want to. A few weeks later I was pushing him around and he fought back. His legs and arms were a magic cage and I had to escape. I squirmed and struggled as the cage closed in. I was pinned face down on the couch with Roger laying on top of me. After a few minutes Roger let me go. He turned away from me on the couch and told me I had to go home. After that day we sometimes played pretend and fought each other. I noticed that each time he would be hard in his shorts or pants. I knew that teenage boys were like that, so I wasn't surprised. When we played pretend in his basement after a while, he would let go of me and go to the bathroom. I would play with some toys while he was in there. Often, he would make noises when he was in the bathroom. One day I got curious and listened close to the door. I couldn't make sense of the sounds. I could hear breathing and a wet slapping, and he would make weird noises. When he came out, we might play with his cars or models, but we didn't wrestle. I noticed that he would sometimes have a wet spot on his shorts. I figured that the contact was making him pee a little.
In July we would set up a tent in my backyard and some of us would sleep in it to avoid the heat. We didn't have air conditioning so being in a tent that would cool down soon after sunset was a treat. A few times Roger slept over. We would play our games if it was just the two of us in the tent. I would hear someone walking towards us then the loud zipper of the tent opening, and Roger would quickly move away from me. I didn't know why, but wrestling and playing was something that we never did unless we were alone.
One night, Roger, my older brother and me were in the tent. I usually fell asleep first as I had an earlier bedtime. I would listen to Roger and my brother talk about things I didn't fully understand and drift off to sleep. Roger slept in the middle so that I could move away from the talking and fall asleep.
In the middle of the night, I felt Roger hugging me. I was facing away, and he rubbed against me like he did sometimes when we wrestled. This time he was very gentle and slow. I thought that maybe he was asleep, or he thought I was asleep. I could feel his hardness against me like a banana. It was rubbing up against the back of my pajamas and in between my legs. I didn't want to say anything and possibly wake up my brother, so I just pretended I was sound asleep. Eventually Roger pulled his hips away from me, although he still lay with his face and body pressed up against me. I heard him breathing heavily like he did in the bathroom. I even heard the wet slapping noise for a while. He struggled for breath and then made a choked sound like he was struggling not to make a noise. It wasn't the only time that happened, only the first.
One day in his basement I was on top of him as he lay back, and he told me he would knock me off without using his hands. I was allowed to hold on to his shirt with just one hand and he tried to buck me off. He really tried, but I was able to stay on. He was breathing hard and grunting and pushing me up in the air with his hips. Then he grunted loudly and gave up. When I got up, I noticed a wet spot on his shorts the size of a pancake. Even my shorts got a little wet. He went and changed and made me stay there until my shorts had dried off. He made me promise not to tell anybody about his pee problem.
For the rest of the summer every few days Roger would find a way to play with me alone. When we played in his basement he would often end up with a big wet spot. If we played outside or at my house, he would suddenly stop and go home. He wanted to play the bucking game but after the second time I didn't like the game. Then I saw a cartoon with a dragon and he became a dragon. I flew on him as we avoided arrows. I had fun until he started to pant, and he peed himself.

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  Lewis
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:32 PM - Replies (1)

   


I grew up in this tiny little town just outside of Sarasota Springs in New York State. Just say it's at the corners of nowhere and nothing. Real fly-speck of a village. Not even a school in it. We had to ride the bus way over to Sarasota Springs every year, even in grade school. Now that we were in high school, the ride was even longer. There is absolutely nothing to do around town, if you even try calling it a town, so we hung out at each other's houses all the time.
I had two great friends. Tate and Grant. We'd been friends since first grade. Tate was taller than either of us, especially now that he'd hit puberty first. We were all kind of skinny. Tate had awesome, curly blond hair, almost white, and eyebrows that matched it. I was dying to see if his pubes were too. He also had long fingers and big feet. I just knew he'd have a huge dork by the way he filled out his jeans. Boy, I would have done anything to find out! And deep brown eyes and red, luscious lips. Grant was shorter than me, still, even though he'd sort of started puberty just before me. He got zits and body odor first, anyway. He had medium brown hair that was so straight it was just amazing, and intensely blue eyes with amazingly thick lashes. Oh, so hot! And the smallest, cutest, little mouth and lips. He didn't have long fingers or big feet, but his pants always made it seem like he had a huge one!
Me, I'm really pretty boring. Sandy-blond hair, brown eyes, thin lips, and probably a totally average dick. It wasn't quite five inches, but I was only fourteen. Almost fifteen.
So my friends Tate and Grant were staying over at my place one night. After we'd played video games and watched movies and raided the fridge, we were sitting around and talking. We were kinda tired but didn't want to go to sleep. You know how that is, right? So were were getting kind of punchy and stupid, when Tate said something about Grant kissing Kayla Watkins, the big, fat, ugly girl down the street.
"Only on a dare!" he said, turning red and trying not to grin too big. "Even then, it'd be too gross!"
"Yeah, gross," Tate said, laughing. "He likes boys!"
"I do not!" Grant said too loudly.
We all went, "Shhh!" and cringed. After my folks didn't yell to be quiet, we laughed a little. It was so late they were asleep anyway.
"I don't," Grant said again.
"Sure you do. You kissed Lewis."
"That was a dare!" he said, going even redder.
"And you liked it!" Tate said.
Grant gave him a shove on his shoulder and said, "No I didn't! It was gross!"
"Hey!" I said, laughing.
Grant got even redder, then said, "Okay, it wasn't."
"It wasn't?" Tate asked him.
Somehow, Grant got even redder.
"So if I dared you to do it again, would you?" Tate asked him.
"Only if you did what I dared you next," Grant said.
"Oh, really?" Tate said. "What would you dare me to do?"
"I won't say. Not unless you dare me first."
Tate thought about it for a second, and then laughed, then said, "Fine. I dare you to kiss Lewis again."
So maybe I should stop here and say that I was really hoping that Tate would say that. And that I'd liked it a lot when he had the first time. That I'd liked that kiss, that I'd wanted another one since it had happened, and that I was getting hard thinking about it.
We hadn't done dares for a while. And being freshmen in high school, it seemed kind of silly and childish. But I would if it meant being kissed by Grant again. He was getting really hot. So was Tate. Hell, all the guys at school seemed so hot anymore.
Yeah, I liked boys. Oh, how I liked boys. I wasn't sure for a while, maybe a year, but that kiss from Grant had pretty much proved it. The last few months had made me sure. The showers in gym class had been the clincher. That was about all I thought about when I beat off now. And imagining doing more with Grant than just kissing. And with Tate. Hell, any guy! And I was beating off a lot! Three and four times a day. Sometimes even more. Any chance I got.
So, when Tate dared Grant to kiss me again, well, I was already hard, and only got harder and hornier. And all squirmy inside. And as Grant got up on his knees to get closer, my guts clenched up and my breathing got heavy and fast. I couldn't believe it was going to happen again!
His awesome blue eyes looked at mine, and he grinned in embarrassment, and he leaned in. I leaned a little toward him, and we kissed really quickly. Then we laughed. He sat down where had been. I made sure my boner wasn't visible and acted like it was just another dare and meant nothing. And I remembered to breathe.
"You call that a kiss?" Tate asked.
"What do you want? Slobbering? Deep tongue action?" Grant asked, rolling his awesome blue eyes.
"No. But a real one. No pecking."
Grant got even redder, and I knew I was, too. And man, did I want that longer, real kiss! I could have passed out as Grant leaned in close again. And this time, he went for it. I mean, his lips locked on mine and moved around and shit! It was so hot! I got tingles from my nuts up through my chest! Then it was over so fast.
"Good enough?" Grant asked.
"Yeah, fine. So, okay, what's this big dare?" Tate asked, all grins.
"So, okay. I dare you to lift Lewis' shirt and kiss and suck on both his nipples."
"Dude!" Tate said, shocked.

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  Liam's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:30 PM - Replies (1)

   


I was staying over at my friend Martin's house on the weekend. I was going to stay all weekend, and his tenth birthday party was on Saturday. I went over on Friday night. We were alone that night and had a good time.
On Saturday, his guests arrived around noon and the party was at one. There were tons of guests. Boys and girls from our neighborhood and from school. It was a good party and he got some good gifts. I gave him a red Ferrari model. He liked building models, so did I. We sometimes built them together, and sometimes built the same one at the same time together.
After the party, some of our friends stayed over Saturday night. It was fun. We stayed up late and watched movies. Good times!
On Sunday, the guys had gone home by two or so, and it was just Martin and me. And his parents, who left us alone for the most part. They went outside in the back and had drinks on the patio, and me and Martin kept playing inside.
There was something different about Martin. I noticed because he sat in the window and looked outside and stopped talking or wanting to play. I asked him if something was wrong.
"Miss my brother," he said really sadly.
His brother was away at school. He'd been gone almost a year now, just coming home for holidays. He was seventeen, maybe eighteen. Mark was pretty neat. Always nice and a lot of fun. I sort of missed him too, so I said so. Martin turned his head to me and looked at me for a minute.
"He likes you," he said after a few seconds.
"I like him. He's neat."
"We used to..."
I saw something important was on his mind. I didn't know how, but I could tell.
I asked, "What?"
"He just, for my last birthday..."
"What?"
"I want to show you something."
"What?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Sure. You know I can. How many do I know and never told?"
"Yeah. But this is a big one. Top secret."
I sat up, getting really interested.
"You have to promise to keep it. Never tell anyone. Promise."
"I do."
He got up and sat down on the floor in front of me. He sort of stared at me for a little while. I felt sort of nervous.
"There's something really big I want to tell you. About Mark. About something we like to do."
"What?"
"It's totally secret."
"You said that. I promise to keep it secret."
He got up and looked out the window. I could tell he was checking that his parents were still outside on the patio. He came back and sat down in front of me again. He leaned up close to me. He sort of whispered.
"Mark is a queer-boy."
He looked so serious. I thought maybe he was joking, but not when I saw his expression. I was shocked.
"Mark don't like girls?" I asked.
"Nope. He likes..." he looked around like someone might hear him, then said, "he likes to do it with boys."

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  Lionel's
Posted by: WMASG - 11-15-2025, 10:28 PM - Replies (1)

   


I was thirteen, almost fourteen. I lived in a smallish country village in the southern U.K. that was so small we barely had a market. Nothing to do but make up games with my friends. No computers or cell phones or such things back then. Just the tee-vee.
I was a typical Brit boy, with blond hair and blue eyes, rather thin, but growing taller almost by the day. A few freckles. At the time, I bore a remarkable resemblance to the boy who played Ronald on the Fawlty Towers episode Gourmet Night. For you non-Brits, I even sounded very much like him.
I wouldn't say I was particularly popular, but I wasn't an oddball either. I had several friends I played with as I grew up. We were all different ages, as there weren't many kids at all in that tiny village. By the time I was thirteen, I was ahead of my friends in that I was taller, stronger, my balls were dropped, my cock was growing fast and getting hard all the time and I actually had hair growing around it. The very best part was the stuff I squirted now. It was both fascinating and wonderful. I never let a drop of it go to waste.
It was a very difficult time. There I was, hormones raging, and none of my friends understood. They were all younger than me, the few kids in that village that weren't older and able to drive or get a ride with the other older boys. And there was no way I could tell them how interested I was growing in boys.
Then I had to go spend part of the summer with my grands in another tiny little village many miles from my home and my friends. I brought my bike, in case, and what else I could, because I knew there wasn't anything to do in that town either, especially as I didn't know anybody there. Hell, there weren't even any kids around my age that I knew of.
I was out in front of my grands' house one day, bored beyond words, when I saw this cute boy ride by on his bike. I was interested in boys, and this boy was particularly interesting. He was older than me, at least fourteen if not fifteen. He was definitely more developed than me by far.
He reminded me of the guy in James At Fifteen, Lance Kerwin. Straight blond hair, blue eyes, firm jaw and features, same thin lips and nose.
I noticed him riding his bike past the house most days. I had no idea where he went, or why. I only knew that shortly after dinner he would ride past, ignoring me for the most part.
I don't have to tell you I thought Lance Kerwin was dead sexy. I'd watched every episode of James At Fifteen as well as James At Sixteen. For obvious reasons. I had a major crush on many boys on television. Christopher Knight (Peter Brady) was a frequent imaginary lover, as was Jimmy Baio as Billy Tate in SOAP, Phillip McKeon who was Tommy on Alice, and Eric Scott who played Ben Walton. There were many others, too, not just Americans.
Yeah, I was a tee-vee kid, completely. American television programs were fantastic, and I often went out of my way to catch every episode of those and many other shows. When I hit puberty, that got far worse.
So when I saw a Lance Kerwin lookalike riding his bike by the house nearly every day, it more than just piqued my interest.
I was lonely, of course, so I decided to make the effort to talk to him. Maybe we could be friends. If not, at least I could get a good close-up look at him so I would have more to work with when I wanked at night. So, one day, after dinner, I waited by the gate for him to come by.
He did. He was wearing a blue shirt and dark-blue short shorts. I stepped to the curb and waited for him to get closer. As he did, I could see his legs pumping up and down, and I got a quick glimpse of his white briefs, and the rounded bulge there as well.
Something was roused by the sight. All my plans to casually say hello sort of evaporated.
"You want something?" he said as he slowed and stopped in front of me.
The sight of his white-clad package peeking out from beneath those blue shorts held my sight like I was mesmerized.
"Hey!"
He didn't shout it, only said it rather firmly.
"I said, you want something?" he repeated.
"I, uh, I was just wondering where you go," I asked, forcing my eyes up to his face.
Oh, yes, so very much like Lance! I felt my heart hammering in my chest and my face going hot.
He obviously looked me up and down. I dared to return the examination. Gawd, that white-clad bulge beneath those short shorts... the smooth skin of his inner thighs all the way up to those white briefs... wow!

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