filed in Man Stories on Jun.11, 1987
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The music is pounding so loud that I can literally feel it in the air. My clothes and hair are vibrating. My heart rate has switched from its regular rhythm and is now paced with the loud house or trance or [...]
filed in Man Stories on Jun.10, 1987
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As I wait alone at the pub, I get the feeling that everyone is watching me—some poor schmuck alone at a table with a beer. Of course, naturally, everyone is too engrossed in their own conversations and lives to really give a crap about [...]
filed in Man Stories on Jun.09, 1987
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They say that power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.
The sun beams in on my closed eyes and I grimace. I pull the blankets to my face but quickly realize that what I’m holding are not blankets. I force myself [...]
filed in Man Stories on Jun.08, 1987
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There’s something a little pathetic about being alone on New Year’s. It’s hard to say exactly what, but every unattached guy out there knows the feeling. Maybe it’s the realization that you were single last year, and so really, whatever relationships or hook [...]
filed in Man Stories on Jun.07, 1987
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The story of the sleepover is perhaps one of the more unusual, impromptu, and awkward sexual situations I’ve ever found myself. I often wonder if it had been planned ahead of time or if it was simply the result of being drunk and horny. [...]
filed in Man Stories on Jun.02, 1987
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I burst into the washroom and slam the door shut behind me. I’m clenching my legs together so hard that I can barely walk. I waddle over to the toilet, grimacing a bit as I do.
My dick is on fire.
This is [...]
filed in Man Stories on Jun.01, 1987
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The party I’m going to tell you about is not one of my proudest moments. It’s not a story I usually tell people, or even like telling people. It’s not a story where I come off looking good in any way whatsoever. [...]
filed in Man Stories on May.29, 1987
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Things are better when they’re forbidden. It’s just a fact of life.
They say that people want what they can’t have.
Drinking is more fun when you’re underage. Girls love bad boys. Actors want to be rock stars and [...]
filed in Man Stories on May.28, 1987
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She kisses me passionately, running her hands through my hair and tugging at it as she does. We kiss like there are points, a high score—forceful, sloppy, without regard for each other. We’re not kissing to show love, but lust.
She breaks our embrace [...]
filed in Man Stories on May.27, 1987
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I’m in my bathroom, masturbating frantically. Time is running out.
My fist is pumping like the pendulum of a clock on crack. With each stroke, I pull myself ever so closer to jizzing. I know it feels good, and I’m trying my best. Unfortunately, with each [...]
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