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The Storm Had Brewed and Was Only Getting Worse

He had been chosen out of his whole staff of co-workers to be the one to work late on the big project. The office was empty with the exception of the security guards making their rounds. Mitchell worked hard and fast to finish this project. It was sure to gain him a promotion and a much needed raise. As he worked into the night hours the storm had brewed and was only getting worse.
3.8

The Eighteen Year Old

He was given an address, and a phone number, and that was just about it. He knew Chuck from online and they had been planning such an event for a while now. As Matt knocked on the door, he felt a lump in his throat, finally meeting the man he had been eager to meet from the beginning. Chuck was nervous too. Matt, he knew, was a hot young stud.
3.5 first time

Fucking Straight Hunk's Tight Virgin Ass

I'd not seen any of them for a good year so I was keen to catch up but first I had to tell them that I'd come out in the time since last we'd met. I wasn't worried as I was now used to telling people that I'm gay but I felt a bit awkward as I'd been hiding it from them and even had a girlfriend at the time.
3.9

Sex And The Pc

It seemed like I had been working late almost every day this week. We were in the middle of a rush job. Build two hundred computers in a week. Sounds great on paper, but when you only have two people working on it, it's a nightmare. First, let me tell you a little about myself. My name is William, and I work at a computer store in Illinois.
3.3

Becoming The Black Man's White Slave Boy

Sam and I had been friends and coworkers for a while. We'd been out for drinks after work a number of times before, but usually on happier occasions than this. I enjoyed Sam's infectious laugh, but tonight he wasn't laughing. He was tall, handsome and black. I was nothing.
3.8

Sex with My Naturist Neighbor

Everyone calls him Tan. He's a skinny guy, dark skinned and good looking. One day the postman left a letter for him in my mailbox. I went to his door to give it to him, but there was no answer. I don't know why I didn't leave it in the door, but I went around back to his patio to see if he was there.
3.9

That's Life

At this particular location, things had begun to slow down. It was rare that there would be more than five people at the group, but I still went, only to be around other gay people, if nothing else.
3.6

Rock and Roll is my Thing

I'm 24... Alright, alright. I'm twenty fucking seven. So what? I'm kinda worried about being twenty seven because they always told me that rock 'n roll is a young man's music. Fuck that! As long as the music's not too loud, I'm not too old! But the music is in me, man. Rock 'n roll is my life. I belong to a band. The name of the band is not important. Just like my real name, that's all you need to know.
3.1

Boston Boy Goes Bisexual

I'm a counselor and have an office in the ground floor of the house. The living room is upstairs. I was showing a client out, when a guy in a Captain's Army uniform was walking up the drive. He said, "Hi Brandon, how's things?" Was I ever surprised he had been a roommate back in college.
3.5

The Old Man Is Tight

I was sitting in one of those ancient trains that shook violently from side to side as they raced along the tracks, probably the first electric train ever made. As the green fields fazed out and the houses began to come in view, a sense of familiarity struck, twelve years later, yet everything seemed the same.
3.3

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