All Chapters of The Gay Diãry: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I was 18, small boned, skinny, actual bit of a feminine body to tell the truth. No body hair to speak of, longish hair on my head. I'd broken up with my girlfriend, well she broke up with me, finally admitting I ate her pussy better than anyone ever did, but she really didn't like my smallish cock. Devastated I had amassed a bit of money and decided before school I'd take off on my own during the summer. I chose Amsterdam due to the drug culture, and at 18 I was legal there to hit the bars etc. I arrived most everyone spoke english. In my little 1 bedroom apartment, I got everything packed away, not that I took that much. My plan was to buy my clothes there. But I had a day or two of clothes. I changed and hit a hash bar, then a drinks bar. I realized I was in a gay bar pretty darn soon. Guys hitting on me the same way I would hit of girls. I started trying to explain that I wasn't gay, but to tell the truth the guys were pretty much fun. I wasn't

When my mom remarried, it wasn’t long before my sitting around the house days ran out. Tom didn’t like me from the start, and didn’t like that my mother coddled me. She let me drop out of high school and get my degree from an adult high school a couple years early. I am only 5’6 and very skinny for a guy, so I was the center of a lot of bullying while at high school. Now I mostly play league of legends and sit in my room. Eventually Tom broke the link between my mother and I and he was able to convince her I needed a better environment. That she was adding to my issues, and that I needed more structure. I was to move in with his mother and his step-father to help around their house until they got a full time nurse to help with his mother as she was mostly bedridden since her stroke. The step-father was super nice and happy to have some help around house. He was like a gentle giant, easily 6’3 and very bulky for a man in his 50’s? 60s? Hard to tell, he kept working out

So here IS the Deal. Im a 16 years old skinny guy that had fantasies about intercourse with animals quite some time now. Im not particular gay. I would fuck female dogs too or mares and like tits but Something about geting fucked till orgasm and achiving the prostate orgasm had me going. I got really obsessed with it. Reading all your Stories and even writing some myself i actually went for it. My Family dont own a dog but my neigbours do. So i started to help them out to get close to their Dog. Its a middle sized mixed Labrador with black fur and very agile and his name was Bane. I always felt that He would be the perfect fit for my ass. I actually had tryed to get a prostate orgasm by masturbating myself but was never to do so. In my mind i thought only a Big Dog knot would be able to make me cum. So one day i asked them to help for this or that and then took bane for walks. I actually got horny every time i was alone with him. He never mounted me though. So i waited nearly 6 mo

Ever since me and my boyfriend had became a couple, we hadn’t had sex once. Sure, he might of given a me a blowjob once in a while, but he never allowed me to take his cherry. Supposedly because he ‘wasn’t ready’. And for the most part I respected it, but I can hardly go 2 weeks without fucking someone. It has now been 3 months, and Ethan simply sucking on my cock was no longer going to do it. He has light brown hair, chestnut coloured eyes. Build wise, he wasnt necessarily a twink, but he had a small frame with a slight six pack, complimenting his 5’9 height just perfectly. He’s 18 years old. I, on the other hand, am pretty different. I have dark brown hair, deep ocean blue eyes, a thicker build, sort of beefy and muscular. I am also 5’11. I am 20 years old. And now, here we are, making out on our bed, both of our hands on each other hips, bringing each other closer in every kiss. I broke the silence by pulling away and bringing his hands towards the big bulge in my jeans, slowl

The bus ride to the tournament was the usual bullshit. Three hours of dudes yelling over each other, passing around bags of gas station chips, coach up front pretending he wasn’t listening to the playlist someone had blasting through the speakers. We were headed across the city for a baseball showcase against a bunch of other college programs. Nothing huge, just enough to get scouted if you played clean and hit hard. I was Marco, starting shortstop, decent speed, solid glove, not the biggest arm on the team but I got the job done. At 6’1”, I wasn't small, but next to most of these guys I felt like the runt sometimes.We pulled into the hotel around dinner time. Budget place right off the highway, just a few minutes from the campus we were competing at, the kind with thin walls and a pool nobody ever used. Coach handed out key cards and room assignments like it was a military op. I got stuck with Diaz, our backup catcher, who spent the whole check-in texting his girlfriend. She lived n