Gay Stories

The drive back to Stanford in late August felt like the longest journey of my life. My stomach was in knots the entire flight from Chicago, and even more so during the Uber ride from the airport. Summ

The summer dragged on painfully after my secret trip to California. I kept replaying that hotel room night with Marcus - the way his thick daddy cock stretched me open, the deep pounding, the way I ca

The last two weeks of the freshman year flew by in a blur of finals, goodbyes, and stolen moments with Josh. After that intense blowjob session following the football game, things between us had only

The energy on Stanford campus was electric that Saturday. It was our first home football game of the season, and the whole university seemed to vibrate with excitement. Josh had been talking about it

The weekend after that intense grinding session at the party felt like the longest stretch of sexual torture I had ever experienced. Josh and I spent all of Saturday acting like nothing had happened -

The days after that first mutual jerk-off session with Josh felt like walking through a constant haze of sexual tension. We didn’t talk about it much the next morning, just exchanged a few awkward but

The first week at Stanford blurred by in a haze of new classes, crowded dining halls, and that constant buzzing energy of freshman year. But every single moment circled back to Josh. My roommate. My n

I still remember the exact moment I first saw him. The California sun was beating down on the Stanford campus like it was trying to melt everything in sight, and I was dragging two heavy suitcases acr