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The Empty House – Pt. 1

I have always liked men. I cannot now deny that. In my youth I placed these feelings in the back of my mind and tried to ignore them – but seeing those masculine torsos with their sweaty trail of short hair leading to the edge of baggy gym shorts has always gotten me hard. It gets me hard now.

My first was a man. I say man, but he was only eighteen. It happened the summer my parents had an automobile accident and were in the hospital for nearly a year. For the first time in my life I was at home by myself. The loneliness became unbearable. I never knew how quiet a house could be until I was in one by myself. At all times the walls seemed to be closing in and the lack of noise was deafening. I hated it and I needed to be around people.

I think I have skipped ahead a bit. My name is Kevin…if you care to know. I am 6’4” and I have a stocky build. There is a bit of brown hair on my face and chest to match that on my head, and my organ is probably about six inches long. To be honest I’ve never bothered measuring it. There, got that out of the way.

It began when I asked Jeb, a co-worker of mine at the local Domino’s, to come over and hang out one night. Jeb was a very attractive young man. He had a swimmers build and short mussed hair that drives me wild. He agreed and snuck over some of his parents Tequila. We worked late, as anyone does at a pizza place like that, and got to my devoid home at around one in the morning. We swam for a bit and got pretty drunk until he passed out in my recliner. My eyes paused for a bit looking at his loose Umbro shorts. They reminded me of the boys in gym class.

I went to bed and nothing much happened the rest of that night. The next day at work Jeb was not there as it was his off day. During a slow hour some of the guys had somehow come to a conversation about whether or not Jeb was gay. I protested on his behalf, saying that I had spent some time with him outside of work and I was quite sure he wasn’t gay. Back then nobody knew about my secret desires. How could they? I had never fulfilled any of them. I was well known to be straight and if I stood up for him then they had to question whether their belief was accurate or not.

A week or two later I invited Jeb to come back over. He asked if his friend Allen could come too. I told him, “Sure… the more the merrier.” Allen had also just gotten a job at Domino’s but I wasn’t sure if I liked him or not. He was spoiled and arrogant. But damn it all to hell if he didn’t look like an Adonis.

The two came