Untold Stories

We all went back to Manila the following day. Pagdating namin, nag separate na kami ng ways ng mga kaibigan ko. Hinatid ko muna si Kat sa bahay nila and I went straight home. Pagdating ko ng bahay, kinamusta ako ni mommy.

Mom: How was your short vacation? Did you enjoy the company of your friends?

Me: yes mom! We really had fun! Anyway, I have a pasalubong for you. It’s in the box.

Mom: Thanks anak! By the way, Rv called me and asked if you’re already home.

Me: what did you say then?

Mom: kasi wala ka pa kanina... I told him you’re not yet home.

Me: Ok! Mom, if you don’t mind... I’ll go upstairs na muna coz i’m very tired.

Mom: Sure! Just leave your bag to manang para sya na mag-ayos ng mga gamit mo.

Me: OK mom!

Mom: Anak, before I forget, I’m scheduled for a flight to Singapore later... mga 1 week ako doon. Mag-ingat ka dito ha?

Me: Sure mom! I love you! Ingat ka ha?

I hugged my mom and umakyat na sa kwarto

I passed by this site and I really find it nice! I read some of the stories here and I think it would be a nice opportunity for me to share my own story with you all. I hope you'll find this an interesting one :)

I consider myself as a straight guy. I do have lots of girlfriends way back in high school and at present, may girlfriend naman ako. I had my first experience when I was 17 years old. It was with an opposite sex (sa girlfriend ko na upto now girlfriend ko pa din). I swear to God! Mahal na mahal ko girlfriend ko but I also had this experience with the same sex, it was with my bestfriend. and after nun, I kinda doubted my gender na...

Ako nga pala si Jake, 21 years old, turning 22 this year, standing 5"10", chinito, maputi, with an average body and may kagwapuhan naman.  I just finished my undergrad degree at the “Blue School” and I'm currently taking up my MBA at the same school. Hindi naman sa nagmamayabang ako, pero may kaya yung family namin. I live in an executive village sa Makati . My mom has a stock brokerage company while my dad has his own company too. The sad part is, separated na parents ko. They got separated when I was only 9 years old. At present I live with my mom while my dad has a new family.

Even though I'm from the blue school, I can't truly say na "Proud  ako sa school ko". I finished my elementary and secondary education at the “Green School” in Greenhills. I transferred to the rival school because of a very particular reason which you’ll know later.

Way back in first year high school, day one of the school year, may transfer student sa aming class. Tawagin nalang natin sya sa pangalang RV. Sya ay moreno, may katangkaran, with a lean type of body at gwapo. Tall, dark, and handsome, ika nga... Hindi ko sya pinapansin at first  because I have my own set of friends too. During lunch time, I saw him looking for a seat but he can't find a seat kasi punong puno yung cafeteria at wala naman syang friends kasi bago pa lang sya. I decided to call him and pinaupo ko sya sa table namin kasi may vacant pa naman.

The road seemed entirely too long as I drove to work on a Sunday morning. Even though I'd driven it countless times, I never worked on Sundays. Needless to say, I was a little pissed.

Let me really start by telling you that I work in a cave. I've worked there since I was 17, and now I'm 24. My name is Logan, and I'm just out of school. I played football for 5 years in college. Tight end. If you know anything about football, then you should know what I look like. My body was fantastic, and I got plenty attention from girls. But I wasn't interested.

I like guys.

People don't know that about me yet, but I'm not exactly hiding it either. If a girl asks me out, I just tell them I bat for the other team.

Anyway, back to my original tale. The reason I hate Sundays is because there is absolutely NOTHING to do. We never have tourists come in, and the managers are never there, so most of the time we just mess around and talk or read books.

When I arrived to open the cave up for the day, I was the only person there, making me even more furious. The last thing I wanted to do was spend an entire day in this place by myself.

I had met Tim there and after a few nights he asked me if I could give him a ride home one night whenever I was ready to leave. I said sure. We had never talked about sex in any way. Well when I was ready I let him know I was ready to leave and he said ok lets go. So we drove and he pointed out his apartment building so I pulled up and he asked if I wanted to come up for a night cap so I said sure.

I had no intentions on doing anything but have a beer when I got out of the car and he had in no way led me on to believe he had anything on his mind. But as we went up the elevator I noticed his pants were so tight that I could see the outline of his cock though it was no erect. We got to his floor and exited the elevator and headed to his apartment. We went in and he said to get comfortable and I sat on the couch and he went for the kitchen. He came back with 2 beers and handed me one. We sat and BSed about the hot barmaid at the bar and both of us commented on how we would love to fuck her. and so on then he asked if I wanted another beer and I said sure.

When he stood up I noticed he had a raging hard on and instantly I wanted to suck it. Normally I would never have done what I was about to do but I figured what the hell so I just went for it. When he returned with the beers he attempted to squeeze by me but when his crotch was like 2 inches from my face I put my right hand out against his hip and he stopped and with my left hand I rubbed his cock through his pants. He didn't move or say anything so I reached up and unbuttoned his jeans and stopped to see if he would react still nothing he was frozen so I unzipped his pants and put my hand down his pants and grabbed his hard cock.

My first gay encounter was a shocking scary experience that turned extremely erotic and sensual . Let me begin the story...

When I'm horny I love to masterbate rather than seek a hooker or sex partner. Unfortunately it is the only way I'm sure to get off right. Don't ask me why but it's been that way for sometime now. I'm forty eight ,live alone and consider myself straight (don't know about now ) however I am fascinated with gay anal sex, particularly transexual. I have a lengthy collection of movies with them getting fucked anally and I've spliced a few compilations of trannies  cumming while being fucked. Highly erotic for me.

I lately have become adventurous and purchased and small vibrator. Its call the 'anal intruder'. It's  small and with enough lube I slide it into my asshole with only three or four gentle pushes. The feeling is amazing when I flip the on switch and starts vibrating my prostate. If I have on a tranny flick, and my legs propped up, I come hard and fast.  Sometimes two or three times if I'm horny enough.

It was four years ago, just at the end of my sophomore year. Most of my teen gay friends had already experienced sex and I was eager to find out what all the excitement was about.

Some of my friends loved having sex for the first time while others said it was painful and disappointing. Of course I was hoping that I would be able to enjoy it. I have a small asshole, or so I thought from doing comparisons with some of my teen gay friends. The thought that my first partner might be too big for me had crossed my mind.

The one thing I was sure of is that it wouldn't be hard for me to find a guy who would be willing to have sex with me. We all know that not all guys will be willing to have sex with a teen gay like me.

I'm an attractive and exotic looking teen gay of mixed heritage - I'm Filipino blended with a mix of Caucasian bloodlines. I guess you could say I got the best of both worlds. I have big brown eyes and long eye lashes, a delicate nose and sensuous lips. My face is framed by long, silky black hair that hangs past my shoulder blades and I have a smooth, very light tan complexion which adds to my exotic look. Although I'm only 5-2, I have long legs that are slim, smooth and athletic and a really nice ass. I have been a cross-dresser since 10. My parents actually agreed on my sexual preference.

I really hate what He’s done with his offices.  They used to be in the form of a garden and then at least the surroundings were relaxing even if nothing else was.  Now He’s got this whole Greek temple thing happening and it’s all just so cold.  I knew when that fucking Broadway set designer died and He brought him in as an intern that something like this was gonna happen.  I mean He’s freakin dramatic enough all by Himself without people encouraging it.

And what’s with this whole, “You gotta leave your wings unfurled when you’re in His presence!”  I mean, puhleaze!  How am I supposed to relax like that?  You can’t lean against anything!  And basically in a Greek temple it’s pretty much all about leaning.  Although…I really do look stunning with my wings out.  They’re so fluffy and white and when I curl one around by my face I can even do, “Peek-a-boo!”  Okay, maybe that’s not the most important thing but it’s fun and if you do it to a human you can scare the crap outta them.

My name is Brian; I’m 18 years old 5’7” brown hair blue eyes and skinny body type. I’ve only had a few girls in my life, nothing serious before have never had sex before.

This story takes place during the summer, my mom and my aunt decided to take me and my cousin Tom camping, he is my age too, we’re like best friends we do everything together. He is 5’6” blonde hair blue eyes and is also skinny; he has pretty much the same personality as me.

Where we were camping it was totally roughing it, no showers, running water or electricity. So we had to use outhouses and bath in the river we camped near. On the second day there, we were out running around all day getting all dirty and sweaty. We had planned to go wash off in the river but my mom said she had gotten this bag of water that you hook onto a tree branch and use as a shower. So we went out in the woods nearby to take showers. I hooked it on the branch and started to walk away so Tom could shower when the branch broke and it fell. So we decided we would have to hold the water overhead while the other one showered under it. So we both got naked with no problem since we were such close friends it was no big deal and I held it first. I tried not to look but it was kind of hard with Tom showering a foot or so away from me. He had a pretty nice body, and a decent sized dick for our age. Then he held it for me as I showered off. I caught him looking a few times, checking out my body as well.

 It was destiny. I was supposed to find him on that day, at that time. There’s no other possible explanation...

I run about three miles everyday, through the park that’s near my house, and around my neighborhood. Where I live, there’s a lot of big trees and it’s usually, almost always quiet. The houses are spread apart. I rarely see any of my neighbors, and they rarely ever see me. Mostly I run in the morning, around five o’ clock, just when the sun is starting to come up and the air is still really fresh and cold. I like running in the middle of the streets, `cause mostly there’s no cars that go up and down my road. I live in a pretty private area, so the people I see are mostly people I know.

Sunday morning, I woke up later than usual, around eight-thirty. There was a whole lot of sunshine coming through the window, burning my face. I didn’t want to get out of bed, I just wanted to lay there and go back to sleep. So I did, for a little while, just close my eyes and try to go back to sleep. But then I got this sudden thought in my head that I needed to get up, get into my workout clothes, and go running. I had already run everyday that week, and I had wanted one day to myself where I could just hang out in bed all day if I wanted. But that nagging feeling in my head wouldn’t go away, so reluctantly, I got out of bed, slowly put on my jogging shorts and my running shoes, and a sleeveless T-shirt.

Before I left my room, I checked my reflection in the full length mirror attached to my bedroom door. My arms looked good, not too thick, not too skinny; they were definitely toned. I lifted the tail of my shirt and checked out of my stomach. My abs were cool too. I had a nice tight six-pack. I slid my hand over the hard muscular ridges of my stomach and I was satisfied. I brought my Discman with me, because it was easier for me to run when I had something good to listen to.