At an all boys school we were usually known to the teaching staff (and often to one another) by our surnames, and that is how I always thought of Dolliman. His first name was, in fact, Martin but was cruelly known to everybody as `Dolly’ He was the only openly gay boy in my year at school. I knew that there were other gay boys, myself included, but we didn’t exactly advertise the fact. Dolly, however, was about as girlie as you could get; limp-wristed,with a mincing walk and affected lisping; you name it, and he did it. Long dyed blond hair, painted nails, dangling earrings (but not in school), you name it, he had it. I was sure that he only did it for attention, but the trouble was he got all the wrong kind of attention. He was spurned by his peers, made fun of by the younger boys and spat upon (and worse) by the older ones. He also attracted the attention of the wrong sort of gay guys who treated him like a slut because he dressed like one. If there was one boy in the school that every boy and every teacher recognised, it was Dolly.

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After being summoned to be on the Council of the Gate’s I thought ‘that even once you’re in Heaven, our Father continues to grant blessings.’ There was no higher honor for Angels, I was not yet an Arch Angel, I was not that powerful, but being asked to join the Council was the step below such feats. I had never fought against the Hellions that tried to break through the Black gate, but now being on the council this was likely.

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When I was 16, I started cruising webcam sites after school, watching guys jerk off online, and I would jerk off watching them. Sometimes I’d chat with them while I stroked and watched them. One of my favorite guys to watch was an asian guy who was smooth with a thick black bush and a big thick cock. He never showed his face, but i recognized his body every day. He used to wear a ring on his finger, so I knew it was the same guy. One day in class at school, I noticed an Asian guy with the same ring. I knew he was my jerk off friend.

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I don’t even know how to begin writing about that night. I guess I should’ve stuck with my journal I stopped weeks ago, so I could look back now and remember exactly how it happened, rather than try right now to remember. The events of that night I still go over again and again, trying to figure out just how it changed me, for initially the better and eventually the worse.

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It was one of those hot days where you stepped outside and immediately your breath was sucked from you. Your forehead instantly became aglow with sweat. There were no clouds in sight, only sun. Not even the birds attempted to fly. It was that hot. I stepped onto the dry, brown grass. It crinkled under my sneakers. I stared around at the others surrounding me. We were all used to this exhausting heat by now.

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It happened ten years ago when I was in High School. I was 16 at the time. I was rather small for my age, skinny and looked rather girlish. There was of course nothing wrong with the male parts of my body. I had evolved like any other boy of my age. The only thing that bothered me was the lack of body hair.

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At the age of 15 I knew I wanted a man to fuck me, even though I didn’t quite know what it would be like. During summer vacations, I proceeded to seduce a young man who was reasonably attractive and virile looking and worked as domestic help in our house.

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I’d just finished the geometry test and was hanging out with my buddies until the next class (when you finished your test, the teacher would let you go outside so you wouldn’t distract the other students; so I finished my test, all fifty questions, in about ten minutes flat…I didn’t care if I flunked the course, I didn’t need it, anyhow). The five of us were all on the football team and had our matching letterman jackets, and were jawing about what we’d do when we graduated next month. Two of them had scholarships, one was going to work for his daddy in his hardware store, but me and Dan…we didn’t have no plans to speak of.

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I know there is a lot of shit that goes on around here, but I want you to know that this is an honest story. It is not neccessarily a spectacular story – but it’s a turn on just to retell it. This is the first time I ever “really” had sex. I recall always being turned on by good looking guys from the time I ever knew what sex was. I can remember jacking off as early as when I was nine or ten. My first man to man experience, if you want to call it that, was as a seventh grader when two friends of mine (one my age, the other two years older) masturbated together in the woods behind my house. Hell, we didn’t know what we were doing, but we knew it felt good. It wasn’t long before I was masturbating daily – always alone and always in the privacy of the bathroom, emptying my load into the toilet so that no one would know what I was doing. I would constantly be imagining what it would be like to be with a “man” (17-19 year old). I didn’t want to have sex with him – just see him, touch him.

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I’ve only had sex with 1 man in my life, and that was 12 years ago when I was 19. He was a 48 year old married man with two grown children. He was about 5’9″ 190 1bs with balding hair and a black beard with some grey. Although he appeared to be a little on the chubby side, he actually had a solid thick body. I had just finished my first year of college, and since it was now summer, I rode my bike whenever I could around town. I lived in Stony Brook and was attending Stony Brook university, so I often rode my bike to the campus. During the summer, the campus was very quite and deserted most of the time. Even though I rode my bike to campus, I would usually walk with the bike on the campus walkways.

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