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My name is David, when I was a Junior in high school, a 17 year old and still a virgin I was cute but just had no clue on who was gay and who was not. Well except the very flamboyant boy that attracted way too much of the wrong kind of attention for me to hang out with him. In my physical education class, we were fortunate enough to have a pool to use at the nearby park that the city owned. We would walk the two blocks in group to get to the pool and change in the locker room there. This was a boys gym class so it was all guys at the pool. Some of the boys were very hot and more like men at this point than boys, one in particular, Jayden, I liked to give a “casual” look at while changing into our swim trunks and again during the after swim showers.  Jayden was the one that everyone wanted to be around and hang out with. He usually had at least three guys and a girl or two near him at any given time. His eyes are that incredible blue that you can’t look away from, his ful...

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I am 35 years old guy with average but decent looks. I had a different way of looking at things and not taking things for face value nor discounting ideas or feelings because they are not traditional thoughts and choose to live outside of the normal boundaries as I like. I live in a gay friendly neighborhood with a main avenue full of shops, grocery stores, gay clubs and restaurants. I dress as a regular man blending with society and but have a look that makes men and boys look at me and want to be near me, again nothing outstanding, probably the way I carry myself. I was out on the avenue having stopped in one of my favorite menswear shops; they kept the good selection of men’s shirts and best of all, a great selection of sexy men’s underwear. I picked out a new shirt and a couple pair of sexy boxer briefs and a jock and went on down to one of my favorite restaurants for some lunch. Seated and looking at the menu, I sipped on my iced tea and felt that I was being watched, you...

I spent a good part of my senior the year in college partying with friends into the wee hours of the night. We'd drink shots of vodka, and later sneak to clubs for beer and dancing, aided by my friend's cousin who worked in one of the best places where we would try to pick up college girls. ​ ​ On one of the nights I went to the club with two guys, one was James, a close friend; the other was a guy from school that I barely knew. I'd thought that he was cute and a bit quiet. His name was Richard and he didn't act the same way as other guys, he seemed focused and in a way, quite serious and beyond his years. He intrigued me so much that I found myself thinking of him in a way that bothered me. I'd think about what it would be like to kiss him, smell him, rub up against his skin, put my hand in his pants, or have his in mine. I'd look at porn on my laptop and think of him causing me to get very hard and in a way it made me feel both excited and a bit of sha...