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My job was driving me crazy. My wife suggested that since I had extended accrued leave that I take some time. I call an old friend, Bob, in Taos, NM and arranged to spend a few days drinking and skiing.I had known Bob since Prep school. We had played around in HS and college but we both had gotten married and settled down.The first day the skiing was great as the snow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2393635874898909774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-snow-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2393635874898909774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2393635874898909774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-snow-1.html' title='Winter Snow 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-4454016790587709448</id><published>2010-02-17T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:46:37.863-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Train Trip'/><title type='text'>Winter Train Trip</title><summary type='text'>The winter had been the worst in sixteen years, snow was deep all over the south of England and I had to choose this time to visit my Uncle and Aunt in Dorchester. The train was having a hard time coping with some of the snowdrifts that had been building up across the tracks, so we were already an hour late. I was just thinking things could get no worse, when with a sudden shudder we came to a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4454016790587709448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-train-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4454016790587709448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4454016790587709448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-train-trip.html' title='Winter Train Trip'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3935827598988334246</id><published>2010-02-17T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:45:52.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish Come True'/><title type='text'>Wish Come True</title><summary type='text'>I watch him from across the room as he orders more drinks. His name is Matt, and I think I love him. Unfortunately, Matt's in a very serious relationship. They have been living together for years, while I've only known them for a few months.He returns to our table, our drinks in his hands. I watch as he gracefully crosses the dance floor, avoiding the gyrating dancers with a dance of his own. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3935827598988334246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wish-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3935827598988334246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3935827598988334246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wish-come-true.html' title='Wish Come True'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-7174766877437860512</id><published>2010-02-17T22:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:49:13.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Snow 3'/><title type='text'>Winter Snow 3</title><summary type='text'>The next day was a blur. I had to head back to NY and my wife tommorrow. Tonight was it.After skiing, Bob and I found our way to the hotel bar. After a few cocktails, we noticed a guy staring at us from across the room. We realized it was our voyeur from across the court yard. Young, 20 something like ourselves, tall, blondish hair, in a tight turtleneck that showed a fit but not ripped body. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7174766877437860512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-snow-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7174766877437860512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7174766877437860512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-snow-3.html' title='Winter Snow 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-4976797647558380553</id><published>2010-02-17T22:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:48:19.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Snow 2'/><title type='text'>Winter Snow 2</title><summary type='text'>I awoke and slid out of bed. The effects of tequila were wearing off and now realizing what I had done. I slipped into bath room to ponder. After a few minutes, I stepped out. The light shone on the bed where Bob was sleeping. I knew I was going back to NY in few days to my wife and straight life but decided to live for the moment and enjoy my newfound sexuality.I slid into bed and wrapped my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4976797647558380553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-snow-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4976797647558380553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4976797647558380553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-snow-2.html' title='Winter Snow 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2236950591494605815</id><published>2010-02-17T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:44:23.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish You Were Here'/><title type='text'>Wish You Were Here</title><summary type='text'>Jack stared out at the ocean; it sparkled and frothed and rippled as it met the sand- teeming with life. Who knew what cute and dangerous creatures lurked out there- what hidden treasures lay at the bottom, long forgotten? It was beautiful, awash with colour and life. There was really nowhere he would rather be.The sun was setting- hanging in the balance just on the fringes of the horizon- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2236950591494605815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wish-you-were-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2236950591494605815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2236950591494605815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-1681315942691542623</id><published>2010-02-17T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:41:20.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishful Thinking 3'/><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking 3</title><summary type='text'>I sat, wide awake for the remainder of the evening paralyzed with fear after agreeing with Mike to finally work through the events of my past. I glanced down at Mike; jealous of his peaceful slumber then chided myself for being a prick. It wasn't his fault that my life was so screwed up and deep down inside I knew it wasn't mine but a mean little voice kept on reminding me that in some sick way I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1681315942691542623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishful-thinking-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1681315942691542623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1681315942691542623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishful-thinking-3.html' title='Wishful Thinking 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-1681088878668960283</id><published>2010-02-17T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:41:39.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishful Thinking 4'/><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking 4</title><summary type='text'>Try as I may I couldn't stop time and it seemed to fly by because before I knew it we were on the way to my appointment. I let Mike drive because my brain was otherwise occupied with keeping my body from leaping out of the moving vehicle and running down the road like a mad man. Every now and then Mike would reach for my hand and gently rub my knuckles trying to convey comfort and his touch meant</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1681088878668960283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishful-thinking-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1681088878668960283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1681088878668960283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishful-thinking-4.html' title='Wishful Thinking 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2003343650635198769</id><published>2010-02-17T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:38:48.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishful Thinking 2'/><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking 2</title><summary type='text'>There's darkness all around. I can't see my hand in front of my face. I look up and there, miles above me I see a small circle of light. My heart is racing and sweat soaks my body. I am shaking so badly I can barely stand but somewhere inside I know that if I do sit it will happen.The slithering rustle I can faintly hear will consume me if I give in and collapse to the cold dirt floor.I pray </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2003343650635198769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishful-thinking-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2003343650635198769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2003343650635198769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishful-thinking-2.html' title='Wishful Thinking 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-158096171140171826</id><published>2010-02-17T22:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:42:59.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishful Thinking 5'/><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking 5</title><summary type='text'>Taylor and I fell into a familiar routine of work and therapy. I saw some changes happening within Taylor such as a loss of appetite and the increasing frequency of his nightmares but I had been reassured by Dr Aimes that this kind of progression was "normal" and things would most likely get worse before they got better.My main concern of course though was the state of his mental health. Taylor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/158096171140171826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishful-thinking-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/158096171140171826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/158096171140171826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishful-thinking-5.html' title='Wishful Thinking 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-4907341542185303322</id><published>2010-02-17T22:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:37:27.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishful Thinking 1'/><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking 1</title><summary type='text'>"It's ok. You can tell me anything," he would say as he wrapped his arms around me giving me much needed comfort.Well that's how it went in my dream anyway. Unfortunately real life is not something we get to control and the look of total disgust on Wesley's face as I told him that I was HIV positive was enough to make me physically ill.His bags were packed the next day and off he went to break </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4907341542185303322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishful-thinking-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4907341542185303322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4907341542185303322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishful-thinking-1.html' title='Wishful Thinking 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-1756287072613918988</id><published>2010-02-17T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:36:32.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Mother&apos;s Approval'/><title type='text'>With Mother's Approval</title><summary type='text'>Dinner was unusually quiet as I could tell my mother had something on her mind. After the table was cleared she told me she had heard something that really disturbed her."Jimmy, I spoke with a woman today who lives in the complex and she told me.......oh god I almost can't say it. She told me you......have been seeing her husband and........" I hung my head as I knew what was coming. I am sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1756287072613918988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-mothers-approval.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1756287072613918988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1756287072613918988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-mothers-approval.html' title='With Mother&apos;s Approval'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-563039726804230596</id><published>2010-02-17T22:31:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:35:16.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With You  Anything 2'/><title type='text'>With You  Anything 2</title><summary type='text'>It seems somewhat obvious in retrospect that Jon was the one to bring it up. He could tell right away there was something Tucker's mind. At first, he thought it was something transitory, or something Tuck would bring up when he was ready. He was fairly sure it was something which seemed big when you kept it private, but as soon as it was brought out into the open, it wouldn't seem so bad.Early in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/563039726804230596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-you-anything-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/563039726804230596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/563039726804230596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-you-anything-2.html' title='With You  Anything 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-8437451744126790621</id><published>2010-02-17T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:34:53.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With You  Anything 1'/><title type='text'>With You  Anything 1</title><summary type='text'>Tucker Williams almost missed his flight. His mind was a thousand miles away as they called for the last passengers to board the flight for San Diego. If it hadn't been for the attentive gate agent, he might have been staring into the distance while his flight rolled down the runway without him. Shocked back into the moment by a gentle tap on his shoulder, he quickly grabbed his backpack and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8437451744126790621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-you-anything-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8437451744126790621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8437451744126790621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-you-anything-1.html' title='With You  Anything 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3253872533994927209</id><published>2010-02-17T22:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:31:40.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With You  I Am Whole 2'/><title type='text'>With You  I Am Whole 2</title><summary type='text'>"Are you okay in there? What happened?" Eli shouted from the other side."I'm not sure. What the hell is that noise?" Finn replied, covering his ears with his palms."Is it okay if I come in there?"Finn looked around him, crossing his legs to appear somewhat decent. "Sure, if you can stop that fucking beep!"Finn had to physically stop himself from sighing at the sight of the other man. He looked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3253872533994927209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-you-i-am-whole-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3253872533994927209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3253872533994927209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-you-i-am-whole-2.html' title='With You  I Am Whole 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-7080362590344852173</id><published>2010-02-17T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:30:05.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With You  I Am Whole 1'/><title type='text'>With You  I Am Whole 1</title><summary type='text'>Finn rolled over on the pavement as he started to feel lightheaded. His eyes shifted restlessly in their sockets, watching as countless pedestrians stepped carelessly past his weakening form. They side-stepped, creeping around his huddled body as if he were vermin. He wanted to spit at them. He wanted to give them all something to really be afraid of.He could feel his own blood soaking into his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7080362590344852173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-you-i-am-whole-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7080362590344852173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7080362590344852173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-you-i-am-whole-1.html' title='With You  I Am Whole 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-1795336301479846687</id><published>2010-02-17T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:28:42.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woken by a Blow Job'/><title type='text'>Woken by a Blow Job</title><summary type='text'>It had been 8 years since they had all left university. Back then they were a band of brothers, inseparable. 6 guys all living under one roof. The house was an absolute disaster, as you might expect when 6 college aged men live together. The front door was smashed in, and to "fix" it, Dylan had just drilled a couple screws in place to hold the door permanently shut, and told everyone to enter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1795336301479846687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/woken-by-blow-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1795336301479846687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1795336301479846687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/woken-by-blow-job.html' title='Woken by a Blow Job'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-7632160099416406782</id><published>2010-02-17T22:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:28:09.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wolves'/><title type='text'>Wolves</title><summary type='text'>My mouth is red and sticky with blood.No, not blood. Lipstick, crimson and wet, a moist, warm gash. The illusion vanishes, and I ache.This is why I never wear red lipstick. My mouth in the tiny compact mirror hurts me, plagues me with memories that never happened, makes a phantom flavor burn upon my tongue--a flavor that I am all too familiar with, but tasted in another time, another form that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7632160099416406782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wolves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7632160099416406782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7632160099416406782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wolves.html' title='Wolves'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-224423324319217001</id><published>2010-02-17T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:27:11.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderfully in Love'/><title type='text'>Wonderfully in Love</title><summary type='text'>I'm a woman so you should be aware that this isn't my story at all, but a truly wonderful love story about two men it is my pleasure to call my friends.I first met Larry when the university called me in to interview for a clerical position. He was the office manager who made me feel welcome with his warm and cheery smile. The interview process took over two weeks to complete because it required a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/224423324319217001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wonderfully-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/224423324319217001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/224423324319217001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wonderfully-in-love.html' title='Wonderfully in Love'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2491395877866993481</id><published>2010-02-17T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:26:36.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wood in the Woods'/><title type='text'>Wood in the Woods</title><summary type='text'>We text each other for the drive telling me what he would be wearing and where to find him as we couldn't meet at his due to him living with his parents. I pulled my car into a small road and waited where he told me to- I sent him another text but no response. I was about to give up and drive around for a bit when I saw a guy on a pushbike matching the description he gave me. As he cycled past my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2491395877866993481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wood-in-woods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2491395877866993481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2491395877866993481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wood-in-woods.html' title='Wood in the Woods'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-8182661650771379117</id><published>2010-02-17T22:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:35:44.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With You  Anything 3'/><title type='text'>With You  Anything 3</title><summary type='text'>"Anything, Tuck. Anything for you."Tucker sat up and turned Jon onto his belly. He spread Jon's arms and legs wide, like a face-down Vitruvian Man. He stared with hunger and lust at the broad, powerful shoulders, capable of hitting long home runs. He ran his hands down from Jon's shoulders to the narrow waist, kept slender by so much physical activity. His fingertips skittered over the well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8182661650771379117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-you-anything-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8182661650771379117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8182661650771379117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-you-anything-3.html' title='With You  Anything 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3838701345437567392</id><published>2010-02-17T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:24:42.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workday Distraction'/><title type='text'>Workday Distraction</title><summary type='text'>While I was working in an empty apartment today a painter showed up to prep the walls. He was in his mid to late twenties. Short spikish dark hair with sideburns and a goatee. His lightly tanned muscular arms were covered in tattoos. He had a sleeveless shirt and loose boardshorts on, with leather flip flops."Hey, how's it goin?" he asks, walking in the front door."Hi there.""Am i gonna be in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3838701345437567392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workday-distraction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3838701345437567392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3838701345437567392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workday-distraction.html' title='Workday Distraction'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-7139120971666283257</id><published>2010-02-17T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:26:05.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Relief'/><title type='text'>Work Relief</title><summary type='text'>The whole thing started about a month after I started a new job. One day a fellow co-worker by the name of Burl, who took a liking to me almost as soon as I started there, came up to me after work one day with a most unusual request. He offered to give me a blowjob anytime I wanted it. Burl pretty much had free run of the top floor storage room so if I did agree to it we sure wouldn't be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7139120971666283257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-relief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7139120971666283257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7139120971666283257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-relief.html' title='Work Relief'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-603645954747958080</id><published>2010-02-17T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:20:03.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working at Home 1'/><title type='text'>Working at Home 1</title><summary type='text'>I do a lot of my work out of my home office. There are advantages of working from home. I was taking a break in the morning, sitting on my balcony, which is enclosed, and sipping a cup of coffee. I heard the gardeners starting to work and I noticed the young man who was running the weed eater. I watched him move around the trees and into the parking lot. I had seen them working before but hadn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/603645954747958080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-at-home-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/603645954747958080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/603645954747958080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-at-home-1.html' title='Working at Home 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2460408373043546875</id><published>2010-02-17T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:20:27.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working at Home 2'/><title type='text'>Working at Home 2</title><summary type='text'>What a feeling having a hard cock in my mouth and a giant cock fucking me in the ass. I didn't know what I said around the cock in my mouth but I felt like I was trying to scream at the gardener to fuck me harder and harder. My neighbors cock twitched and started to fill my mouth with his come. I swallowed it all and kept his cock in my mouth as I continued to enjoy the ass pounding I was getting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2460408373043546875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-at-home-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2460408373043546875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2460408373043546875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-at-home-2.html' title='Working at Home 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-7333530563736324718</id><published>2010-02-17T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:15:47.918-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working It Out'/><title type='text'>Working It Out</title><summary type='text'>"Hey Rob, wanna come with me to the gym tonight?"Leo's question in the phone surprised me a bit, but on the other hand, I had nothing better to do."Sure, why not," I replied. "I'll just grab my things and meet you there."Twenty minutes later we stood in the locker room. Leo was already in his workout outfit - loose black pants, a tight white sleeveless shirt and fancy indoor sneakers - when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7333530563736324718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-it-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7333530563736324718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7333530563736324718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-it-out.html' title='Working It Out'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-6928527211137209866</id><published>2010-02-17T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:14:53.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Late 4'/><title type='text'>Working Late 4</title><summary type='text'>I had decided to take a 2nd shift job over the summer between my junior and senior years of college. I was in between girlfriends at the time and thought that a stocking job would be the perfect thing for a break after a hard session of school.I worked with a large mixed group of men and women for one of the large discount department stores. We worked the from 2:00 until not long after 9:00 or 10</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6928527211137209866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-late-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/6928527211137209866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/6928527211137209866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-late-4.html' title='Working Late 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-4698943872966207687</id><published>2010-02-17T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:14:14.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Late 3'/><title type='text'>Working Late 3</title><summary type='text'>Paul looked at the glowing screen of his computer. He was the last to leave the office and had taken the opportunity to log on to the internet and surf for some adult sites. As this was his first job after leaving college, he had not been able to afford his own computer. At home he'd used his father's but since the argument, where Dad had almost literally thrown him out, Paul had not returned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4698943872966207687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-late-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4698943872966207687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4698943872966207687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-late-3.html' title='Working Late 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-7721454490237398846</id><published>2010-02-17T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:12:13.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Late 1'/><title type='text'>Working Late 1</title><summary type='text'>I think the song goes "Deadlines and Commitments. What to leave in, what to leave out...." I live that line. As soon as I meet one commitment another deadline comes along. It cost me my marriage because I eat, sleep and breathe work.My life was really boring. That changed one night.I found myself alone working late into the evening on yet another deadline. All my Coworkers had gone home hours </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7721454490237398846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-late-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7721454490237398846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7721454490237398846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-late-1.html' title='Working Late 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-5771778177968048113</id><published>2010-02-17T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:11:02.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working on His Master&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Working on His Master's</title><summary type='text'>Mike was twenty-seven, six feet tall, one hundred and eighty pounds with dark hair, and nice looking. He was working on his Master's thesis in the area of psychology and had been given the assignment of Sexual Arousal. He was intrigued and excited about the prospect.Strictly hero, Mike could understand heterosexual arousal and even homosexual arousal but bi sexual arousal made no sense to him. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5771778177968048113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-on-his-masters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5771778177968048113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5771778177968048113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-on-his-masters.html' title='Working on His Master&apos;s'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3007429372974928123</id><published>2010-02-17T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:10:12.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workload'/><title type='text'>Workload</title><summary type='text'>What a miserable three hours. I looked up at the clock over the conference room, long hand slowly making its way towards the twelve, short hand almost exactly over the eleven. I had barely slid into my seat at the conference table before the eight o'clock start time, and the last three hours had been excruciating. My cock was as hard as a rock inside my cargo pants, though I'd managed to angle it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3007429372974928123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3007429372974928123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3007429372974928123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workload.html' title='Workload'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-8989276602463582712</id><published>2010-02-17T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:08:32.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workman&apos;s Blues'/><title type='text'>Workman's Blues</title><summary type='text'>There was a storm that went through my development a few days ago. Some siding came off the house, so I phoned a local guy to stop out and replace the pieces that had blown off. When I got home around 2 pm, Ray the siding guy, was still at it. He was up on the ladder placing the last of the siding back where it belonged.I was standing down below looking up at Ray. As we talked a bit, I could see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8989276602463582712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workmans-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8989276602463582712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8989276602463582712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workmans-blues.html' title='Workman&apos;s Blues'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-7924807571489638171</id><published>2010-02-17T22:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:21:18.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working at Home 3'/><title type='text'>Working at Home 3</title><summary type='text'>After a long winter but most enjoyable, spring finally arrived. The scenery started turning green and my neighbor and I were introduced to the gardener's surprise. It happened one day as we spent the afternoon at my place, fucking each other. The gardener told us that he would bring our surprise next time we got together. He wouldn't hint at what the surprise was but said that we would enjoy it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7924807571489638171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-at-home-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7924807571489638171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7924807571489638171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-at-home-3.html' title='Working at Home 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-6928052289988660490</id><published>2010-02-17T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:12:37.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Late 2'/><title type='text'>Working Late 2</title><summary type='text'>Now that I had crossed over to the bi side, I was relaxing and enjoying the summer more. Paul and I got together a couple times that next week after work for sex. We sucked and fucked. Paul told me several times he loved having his cock in my ass. I also did some research on the web on found some sites on anal sex to learn more about it and how to take care of myself. Paul also told me about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6928052289988660490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-late-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/6928052289988660490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/6928052289988660490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-late-2.html' title='Working Late 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2228202287456811844</id><published>2010-02-17T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:07:45.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout Buddies'/><title type='text'>Workout Buddies</title><summary type='text'>I belong to a health club in town here like so many of the other businessmen. This club seems to cater to a more upscale clientele, lawyers, doctors, business executives and the like. It's a good place to go for lunch for a multitude of reasons, not the least of which is avoiding eating! Most of the men seem to know each other and belong to that good old boy network. The members seem to stay in 2</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2228202287456811844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workout-buddies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2228202287456811844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2228202287456811844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workout-buddies.html' title='Workout Buddies'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2489510148264401719</id><published>2010-02-17T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:55:23.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout Heat 2'/><title type='text'>Workout Heat 2</title><summary type='text'>For a moment the morning before, I thought I had satisfied my bi-curiosity. But then I realized I had only started to chip through the ice.Standing in the showers with Sean, feeling the heat build around me and inside me, watching his thick cock glide through his soapy fist as I stroked rhythmically beside him, had not let me concentrate the rest of the day, or sleep much that night.I had watched</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2489510148264401719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workout-heat-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2489510148264401719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2489510148264401719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workout-heat-2.html' title='Workout Heat 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-5413385960034596835</id><published>2010-02-17T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:54:56.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout Heat 1'/><title type='text'>Workout Heat 1</title><summary type='text'>I see Sean four mornings a week at the gym. He runs the treadmill and I swim, but our schedules are close enough that we arrive at nearly the same time and finish our workouts a few minutes apart.I thought this a coincidence, at first. But I knew better when I got to know him, and learned to appreciate him in unimaginable ways.Our lockers are in the same area; you know how it is with routine. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5413385960034596835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workout-heat-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5413385960034596835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5413385960034596835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/workout-heat-1.html' title='Workout Heat 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-8959791487831899564</id><published>2010-02-17T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:52:59.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worshipping Wally&apos;s Prick'/><title type='text'>Worshipping Wally's Prick</title><summary type='text'>Wally and I were roommates in college when I realized who I truly was sexually.Before Wally, I had been with girls. Hell, I liked being with girls a lot and loved eating pussy particularly. Hardly the resume of a gay bottom, but maybe the way I lost myself in the act of giving pleasure to women should have been a tip-off to me somehow. There was something submissive about the way in which their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8959791487831899564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worshipping-wallys-prick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8959791487831899564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8959791487831899564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worshipping-wallys-prick.html' title='Worshipping Wally&apos;s Prick'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3021972669212263211</id><published>2010-02-17T10:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:53:52.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Series'/><title type='text'>World Series</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't believe the Cubs lost after being 3 games up. And the Red Sox just suck. I was really looking forward to a Red Sox and Cubbie series. But no. I hate the Yankees only because of the shithead owner. So be it. I will have to root for the Marlins. Anyway, I told my wife the series was coming and I would be watching it with some of my male friends. She understands my need to watch football </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3021972669212263211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/world-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3021972669212263211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3021972669212263211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/world-series.html' title='World Series'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3564677377979123739</id><published>2010-02-17T10:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:50:33.798-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth The Risk 7'/><title type='text'>Worth The Risk 7</title><summary type='text'>I loved that he was long enough to stroke past my prostate because I got almost unlimited stimulation as he stroked in and as he pulled out. As a result I was quickly nearing my second orgasm. I actually felt as if I could cum just from the stimulation to my prostate. Which was a good thing because Johnathan had linked our hands together and pulled my arms to my sides. He kissed me soundly as he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3564677377979123739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3564677377979123739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3564677377979123739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-7.html' title='Worth The Risk 7'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-5218547688019544087</id><published>2010-02-17T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:50:14.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth The Risk 6'/><title type='text'>Worth The Risk 6</title><summary type='text'>When he and Johnathan told us about the party the next day, we were nothing short of amazed. Johnny and I were lounging about doing nothing when Jamie came in beaming while Johnathan looked grumpy and put out.Johnny was immediately concerned and I could feel the worry coil within him. I loved that we were so in tune with each other's emotions but I hated it whenever he got upset."What happened?" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5218547688019544087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5218547688019544087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5218547688019544087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-6.html' title='Worth The Risk 6'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-5495820657489465991</id><published>2010-02-17T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:49:44.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth The Risk 5'/><title type='text'>Worth The Risk 5</title><summary type='text'>"Hey if you two don't get off the grass, the sprinkler's are gonna get you!" It was my dad yelling at us from the driveway. We ran off the grass just as the sprinklers came on.He looked at me with worry. "You know you just came out to your dad don't you?" I thought about it, shocked to not feel as bad about it as I thought I would. I felt sort of calm and empty, like a dam full of water had been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5495820657489465991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5495820657489465991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5495820657489465991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-5.html' title='Worth The Risk 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-4297394471476911143</id><published>2010-02-17T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:45:28.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth The Risk 1'/><title type='text'>Worth The Risk 1</title><summary type='text'>Being gay is not something that I have let anyone know about. The only person that I told was my best friend. He shocked me by admitting that he had been having fantasies about guys and figured that he was gay too. We fooled around in experimentation, but didn't go too far. For some reason we just weren't attracted to each other like that; we were like brothers.This brings me to my brother. Maybe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4297394471476911143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4297394471476911143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4297394471476911143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-1.html' title='Worth The Risk 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-4162238908299705333</id><published>2010-02-17T10:43:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:49:13.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth The Risk 4'/><title type='text'>Worth The Risk 4</title><summary type='text'>There I was, just being bored at work, thinking about all that Rick had proposed, wondering how his 'date' with my brother had gone, and they were getting together and becoming a couple. I didn't know that Rick would move so fast or that it would actually work out for that matter.They already damn near looked like they were in love. Why couldn't it be that easy for me? To just want someone and go</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4162238908299705333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4162238908299705333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4162238908299705333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-4.html' title='Worth The Risk 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-719621139753930486</id><published>2010-02-17T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:48:26.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth The Risk 2'/><title type='text'>Worth The Risk 2</title><summary type='text'>I loved my friend Jamie, but he was an extreme blockhead. I didn't know how strong fear as a motivation could be until I met him. I understood on some level, his timidity in telling the truth, but in my opinion the rewards far outweighed the risks.The downside was that he might lose the love of his family. That was a biggie. He might also reveal to Johnathan that he was in love with him. Yeah, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/719621139753930486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/719621139753930486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/719621139753930486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-2.html' title='Worth The Risk 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-4679010325152000472</id><published>2010-02-17T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:44:26.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth the Wait'/><title type='text'>Worth the Wait</title><summary type='text'>I'd never seen a real one. Certainly not up close. I'd thought about it but not in 15 years. My sophomore year in college I got stuck with a new roommate when my friend Ed dropped out of school unexpectedly over the summer.Terry was an okay guy. He was nice, well manners and extremely neat but we literally had nothing in common. He was an Art major with a minor in theater. I was a Business major </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4679010325152000472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4679010325152000472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4679010325152000472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-wait.html' title='Worth the Wait'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-1587782604578576456</id><published>2010-02-17T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:48:54.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth The Risk 3'/><title type='text'>Worth The Risk 3</title><summary type='text'>Damn, i'm just a big fucking chicken! Here I am telling Jamie that i'll give up a friendship for a chance to be with Johnny and I can't even make a move on him. Shit! Then again, I had to look like shit right now and smell like it too. So maybe right now wasn't such a good time.I felt my shoulders sag a bit and I asked him to take me back to my car. His look said that he was not at all pleased at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1587782604578576456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1587782604578576456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1587782604578576456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-risk-3.html' title='Worth The Risk 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2064001881633727443</id><published>2010-01-14T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:26:48.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would I Have Liked It 1'/><title type='text'>Would I Have Liked It 1</title><summary type='text'>Back in the late sixties I was serving in the Royal Navy, and we were visiting the East Coast of Canada. After several stops at Ports in Canada, we were informed that we were having one last visit before sailing for home.This final stop would be fifteen days in New York. We sailed into the Port of New York, mooring alongside the liner Queen Mary. The morning after we arrived the ship was open to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2064001881633727443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-i-have-liked-it-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2064001881633727443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2064001881633727443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-i-have-liked-it-1.html' title='Would I Have Liked It 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-868317734759429553</id><published>2010-01-14T03:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:30:07.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would I Have Liked It 4'/><title type='text'>Would I Have Liked It 4</title><summary type='text'>I woke the next morning, and my soft cock was nestled between the cheeks of my bed partner. My brain was working overtime remembering all that had happened yesterday. It all came flooding back, the meeting at the rail station. The night of unbridled sex, cum was dried around my arse cheeks the memory of being fucked was still fresh in my mind.My cock started to harden at the thought; this bought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/868317734759429553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-i-have-liked-it-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/868317734759429553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/868317734759429553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-i-have-liked-it-4.html' title='Would I Have Liked It 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-5941386083861906328</id><published>2010-01-14T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:29:41.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would I Have Liked It 3'/><title type='text'>Would I Have Liked It 3</title><summary type='text'>I think I might, in fact I do!After my last Journey into that place between fantasy and reality, I thought I must try and resolve my doubts. I joined an internet chatroom, and got chatting to a young TV from the north of England. He asked me to call him my special little girl friend; we were just posting photos and messages to start.As time passed she asked if she could e-mail me, at first I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5941386083861906328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-i-have-liked-it-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5941386083861906328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5941386083861906328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-i-have-liked-it-3.html' title='Would I Have Liked It 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3471187922324834750</id><published>2010-01-14T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:22:14.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would You Like To Come By? part 1'/><title type='text'>Would You Like To Come By? part 1</title><summary type='text'>Chapter 1 - The Internet can be your friendThe world of Internet chat.What a diverse and wonderful world it is.If you have time to kill, the Internet is your friend. Everything and everyone can be found on the Internet. Millions of strangers wait for you in Cyberspace to hold you like the warm, close and personal friend you need.Or help you love yourself just as warmly...just as personally.I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3471187922324834750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-like-to-come-by-part-1-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3471187922324834750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3471187922324834750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-like-to-come-by-part-1-page-1.html' title='Would You Like To Come By? part 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3696155356977439677</id><published>2010-01-14T03:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:28:30.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would I Have Liked It 2'/><title type='text'>Would I Have Liked It 2</title><summary type='text'>Continuing the search to find an answer to my curiosity about bisexuality, and myself!After I left the Navy all thoughts about my bi romp in New York were pushed to the back of my mind. I married a lovely girl; we had two adorable children and settled into a life of married bliss. Some years later I was working in London's Soho district when I saw a guy who I thought I recognised. I followed him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3696155356977439677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-i-have-liked-it-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3696155356977439677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3696155356977439677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-i-have-liked-it-2.html' title='Would I Have Liked It 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3023021525662802456</id><published>2010-01-14T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:18:24.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wow  So Many Already'/><title type='text'>Wow  So Many Already</title><summary type='text'>My wife and I had a fight and she went to her mother's. I enjoyed the freedom for a couple of weeks, but I was missing sex, having been used to getting it almost daily. I thought of picking up a slut at a bar, but then I remembered having had a brief experience with another guy in high school, several years ago. At 35 years old I wondered why such a memory would return to me after all these years</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3023021525662802456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-so-many-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3023021525662802456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3023021525662802456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-so-many-already.html' title='Wow  So Many Already'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-8603588709191363807</id><published>2010-01-14T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:23:57.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would You Like To Come By? part 2 page 2'/><title type='text'>Would You Like To Come By? part 2 page 2</title><summary type='text'>"I see you, very impressive cock Sir," I say while trying to get back on track. "The wife's squirming as my mouth cleans her sweet cunt."But my visions are of Sarah.My face buried between her sweet, spread legs.My lips caressing hers, my tongue circling and teasing her clit and making her moan. Her heavy thighs are soft and warm on the sides of my face, like pillows, where I rest my head while I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8603588709191363807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-like-to-come-by-part-2-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8603588709191363807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8603588709191363807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-like-to-come-by-part-2-page-2.html' title='Would You Like To Come By? part 2 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-697341458697404259</id><published>2010-01-14T03:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:23:11.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would You Like To Come By? part 2 page 1'/><title type='text'>Would You Like To Come By? part 2 page 1</title><summary type='text'>It was excruciatingly slow at work!One half the business world seemed to be on siesta, the other half already retired and living in Florida.It was dead....again.A large portion of the office had suddenly come up sick or had emergency home repairs needing attending. Another sizeable portion had wandered away from the quiet office probably not to be seen again until tomorrow.The fact that it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/697341458697404259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-like-to-come-by-part-2-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/697341458697404259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/697341458697404259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-like-to-come-by-part-2-page-1.html' title='Would You Like To Come By? part 2 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3145258304973556860</id><published>2010-01-14T03:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:16:39.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrestling Buddies 3'/><title type='text'>Wrestling Buddies 3</title><summary type='text'>Just then, we heard the screen door slide open. I looked through the deck and saw his parents walking toward the pool – with towels! We moved apart just in time for Jeff's dad to ask if they could join us! .....Jeff's hard cock was still in rubbing against my ass, when his parents came walking across the patio towards the pool deck. Jeff's dad told his mom to leave the lights off to keep the bugs</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3145258304973556860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrestling-buddies-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3145258304973556860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3145258304973556860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrestling-buddies-3.html' title='Wrestling Buddies 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-7664428589010302480</id><published>2010-01-14T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:16:07.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrestling Buddies 2'/><title type='text'>Wrestling Buddies 2</title><summary type='text'>It was a couple of days after our ‘wrestling match’ that I stopped by Jeff’s house. I was embarrassed and a little confused about what we had done, but when I got to the house he acted like nothing had happened.We sat in the living room and watched TV for a while. Then Jeff took me back to his room and broke into his stash of porn. He was always picking up great stuff, and since he was six months</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7664428589010302480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrestling-buddies-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7664428589010302480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7664428589010302480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrestling-buddies-2.html' title='Wrestling Buddies 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-8157195049935798472</id><published>2010-01-14T03:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:14:28.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrestling Buddies 1'/><title type='text'>Wrestling Buddies 1</title><summary type='text'>My friend Jeff and I grew up on the same block. We did all the things teenage boys do. Our parents were good friends and once a week or so they got together to play cards and have a few drinks. We usually hung out at whatever house our parents weren't at.We were both eighteen year old seniors with a couple months or so before graduating from high school. On that Friday night, his parents headed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8157195049935798472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrestling-buddies-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8157195049935798472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8157195049935798472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrestling-buddies-1.html' title='Wrestling Buddies 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2826504217627951900</id><published>2010-01-14T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:13:23.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrestling with Lance'/><title type='text'>Wrestling with Lance</title><summary type='text'>I don't consider myself to be gay. I have never kissed a guy, and have no desire to. I don't want to stick my dick up another man's ass, nor would I like one stuck up mine. I have never met a guy whom I wanted to have sex with. Despite all that, I had what can only be described as a steamy sexual encounter with my best friend from college, Lance.Lance and I were both on the college football team,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2826504217627951900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrestling-with-lance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2826504217627951900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2826504217627951900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrestling-with-lance.html' title='Wrestling with Lance'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-6929564855525212899</id><published>2009-12-09T03:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:55:21.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written in the Stars 6'/><title type='text'>Written in the Stars 6</title><summary type='text'>"It was not easy, but I got enough money together and, with the help of a couple of friends, left America as the girl was arriving. My family was too caught up in her imminent advent to keep as close an eye on me. I travelled Europe with the money I managed to take with me and supplemented it by doing odd jobs and painting. That's how I met Gatrack. It was over two years ago. He and I share </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6929564855525212899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/written-in-stars-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/6929564855525212899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/6929564855525212899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/written-in-stars-6.html' title='Written in the Stars 6'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-6947823080141369066</id><published>2009-12-09T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:54:04.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written in the Stars 5'/><title type='text'>Written in the Stars 5</title><summary type='text'>"You will be taken to my tent, precious," El-Sidar's voice permeated Alonso's shock. "I will be ready in a few more minutes."He shouted an order and two guards came forward to pull the unresisting young man to his feet. El-Sidar was unable to resist caressing the jewels between the boy's thighs and cupping the soft sac before allowing him to be led away.It suddenly registered in Alonso's mind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6947823080141369066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/written-in-stars-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/6947823080141369066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/6947823080141369066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/written-in-stars-5.html' title='Written in the Stars 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2217001946651350337</id><published>2009-12-09T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:53:08.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written in the Stars 4'/><title type='text'>Written in the Stars 4</title><summary type='text'>"Effendi Viktor," the boy lisped. "Effendi Gatrack needs help at the Hotel. Can you come straight away?""I'll come with you," Alonso offered but Viktor shook his head."The Professor is just over there. Join him and continue to enjoy the market. I won't be long. If you've already started back to the camp, I'll meet you there."Viktor watched as Alonso headed swiftly in the direction of Evander </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2217001946651350337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/written-in-stars-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2217001946651350337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2217001946651350337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/written-in-stars-4.html' title='Written in the Stars 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2454173803220625581</id><published>2009-12-09T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:52:19.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written in the Stars 3'/><title type='text'>Written in the Stars 3</title><summary type='text'>Two spots of high colour on Viktor's otherwise pallid face told Gatrack all he needed to know."Viktor," he said more quietly. "Alonso not thinking to talk in the heady experience of his first romance, his first time in love, I can understand. You, however, I expected better from you. I trusted you with Alonso. You have betrayed that trust.""Why not use that thing?" Viktor's eyes slid to the knife</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2454173803220625581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/written-in-stars-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2454173803220625581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2454173803220625581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/written-in-stars-3.html' title='Written in the Stars 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-262467616748841422</id><published>2009-12-09T03:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:50:57.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written in the Stars 2'/><title type='text'>Written in the Stars 2</title><summary type='text'>For Viktor it was paradise and purgatory. He wanted to wrap his arms around the other man and kiss him senseless. However, he restrained his baser instincts, barely.Thus a tradition was born for the next two nights. Alonso, Viktor and Gatrack would leave the camp and sit on the dune to watch the stars. Viktor noticed that the time the older man spent with them decreased each time. He began to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/262467616748841422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/written-in-stars-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/262467616748841422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/262467616748841422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/written-in-stars-2.html' title='Written in the Stars 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-7413163624266172701</id><published>2009-12-09T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:50:08.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written in the Stars 1'/><title type='text'>Written in the Stars 1</title><summary type='text'>Alonso Lassiter strode jauntily towards the office of his Master and mentor Professor Evander Kell. Alonso was the Professor's assistant as well as a part time teacher of The Classics. Alonso was pleased as the Professor had secured them both, as well as four students, places at an established Egyptian archaeology site for three weeks of the upcoming summer break. Alonso loved practical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7413163624266172701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/written-in-stars-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7413163624266172701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/7413163624266172701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/written-in-stars-1.html' title='Written in the Stars 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-8870058618815717286</id><published>2009-12-09T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:48:12.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong Bar Right Time part 2'/><title type='text'>Wrong Bar Right Time part 2</title><summary type='text'>"You ready, Tom?" he asked.Tom took a deep breath. "Fuck me," he said on the exhalation.Tom smiled and pressed the head of his enormous cock to Ben's asshole. "Slide it in nice and easy," he said, exerting a little forward pressure.Ben's face twisted in pain for a moment, and then, as Tom's length slid in, it lit up in absolute pleasure."Feels good, doesn't it?" asked Tom."God," said Ben, "it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8870058618815717286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrong-bar-right-time-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8870058618815717286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8870058618815717286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrong-bar-right-time-part-2.html' title='Wrong Bar Right Time part 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-1361712917741704682</id><published>2009-12-09T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:47:37.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong Bar Right Time part 1'/><title type='text'>Wrong Bar Right Time part 1</title><summary type='text'>It all started a few weeks ago while I sat in a bar after a long day of searching through the want ads."How's it going?" said the clean headed muscle man who sat down next to me."Not the best," I said, looking up from the paper. "I've been slogging around town all morning, looking for a job.""No luck?" he asked, looking me over with ice-blue eyes."Not really," I said."Well," he said, motioning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1361712917741704682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrong-bar-right-time-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1361712917741704682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1361712917741704682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrong-bar-right-time-part-1.html' title='Wrong Bar Right Time part 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3394944057767954419</id><published>2009-12-09T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:44:10.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong Numbers'/><title type='text'>Wrong Numbers</title><summary type='text'>I was sitting alone in my office bored out of my mind and wondering why I even got up that morning when the phone rang, answering I heard a male voice ask for Rick. When I told him I was Rick "Hi, this is Matthew" was the reply. As he asked how I was doing and was I busy my mind raced to put a face with the name. Was this a client, a supplier or a contractor?Not being able to place the voice but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3394944057767954419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrong-numbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3394944057767954419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3394944057767954419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrong-numbers.html' title='Wrong Numbers'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-712576241687406853</id><published>2009-12-09T03:42:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:45:56.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong Choice'/><title type='text'>Wrong Choice</title><summary type='text'>It was the wrong choice of swimwear, and I was headed back to the guest room to rectify that, when the cause of it all stopped me in the hallway. The new owner of our company had invited me to his country place for a weekend to discuss some details of a project we were working on, and it turned out there was a pool party included. But, not knowing that, I hadn't brought my suit. I had assumed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/712576241687406853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrong-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/712576241687406853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/712576241687406853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wrong-choice.html' title='Wrong Choice'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-8590609743030530970</id><published>2009-12-09T03:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:42:58.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><title type='text'>WTF</title><summary type='text'>What the...?What the hell is going on over there?There is a dick sticking through a hole in the wall!Here I am in an adult video booth, my own dick in my hand, watching a blonde give a guy a very loving blowjob, and now this.I could not help but stare at the dick for a minute. I had to admit it was a good-looking dick, not large but very well formed.I tried to ignore it and returned my attention </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8590609743030530970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8590609743030530970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8590609743030530970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2364745254469771628</id><published>2009-12-09T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:42:07.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XP06 2'/><title type='text'>XP06 2</title><summary type='text'>'Would you like me to fuck you, Colin?'I didn't hesitate. I remembered Vera spanking me.'Yes, Master. But I've been a naughty girl. I deserve to be spanked.'As he laid me across his knee, I felt very girly and wished I had my pretty knickers on for him to pull down and humiliate me.It was only when his hard smacks started that I recalled my strapping from the night before. It was agony and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2364745254469771628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/xp06-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2364745254469771628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2364745254469771628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/xp06-2.html' title='XP06 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-1500415910631364071</id><published>2009-12-09T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:40:28.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xtreme Underwear'/><title type='text'>Xtreme Underwear</title><summary type='text'>Brian and I weren't best friends, but we shared a love for winter sports -- especially snowboarding. Our other friends bitched about the cold. Brian and I considered it a challenge, and we were always trying to out-do each other by buying the newest designs in winter sport clothing. I had jackets, pants, and underwear made of silk, wool, polar fleece, polypropylene, and just about every other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1500415910631364071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/xtreme-underwear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1500415910631364071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1500415910631364071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/xtreme-underwear.html' title='Xtreme Underwear'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-8765198866886211540</id><published>2009-12-09T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:39:26.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xui'/><title type='text'>Xui</title><summary type='text'>I didn't pay too much attention when Dad announced that we would have another house guest for a few days. He is a lecturer at the local university and often invites his research students back for a meal or to stay for the weekend. Usually they are pretty boring, content to have long, earnest discussions with Dad over endless cups of coffee in his den. So you can understand why it wasn't with any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8765198866886211540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/xui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8765198866886211540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8765198866886211540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/xui.html' title='Xui'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2783518192385732067</id><published>2009-12-09T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:41:24.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XP06 1'/><title type='text'>XP06 1</title><summary type='text'>I'd had lots of girlfriends by the time I was in my late thirties. I'd even married the last one and was sad when she divorced me. It was a fair cop; I'd been shagging my secretary. But she soon tired of my moods after the separation.An old mate, whom I had kept in touch with since my school days, came over one afternoon for a pint. His wife was away and he was bored. We were pretty pissed when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2783518192385732067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/xp06-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2783518192385732067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2783518192385732067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/xp06-1.html' title='XP06 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-5716869347879780902</id><published>2009-12-09T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:38:16.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yard Work'/><title type='text'>Yard Work</title><summary type='text'>It feels dumb to admit it, but as a result of a freak picnic accident, I found myself with both a broken leg and arm at the same time. After a brief stay in hospital, I came home to my own bed for a week before I could resume something of a normal lifestyle. My wife and daughter tried to make things as comfortable as possible for me each morning before they left for work, but even so, the days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5716869347879780902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yard-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5716869347879780902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5716869347879780902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yard-work.html' title='Yard Work'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-5139125202764204182</id><published>2009-12-09T03:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:37:25.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow 7'/><title type='text'>Yellow 7</title><summary type='text'>"Camble, what have I done to deserve you gracing me with your presence?" Rick said smiling and setting his hands on the small counter top in front of him."Um... you sent a letter saying you wanted to see me," I said slowly. I didn't really know why I'd come, why I'd felt like I had to, just because he'd asked."Oh that's right, I did," Rick said and kept on smiling. His smile pissed me off, made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5139125202764204182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5139125202764204182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/5139125202764204182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-7.html' title='Yellow 7'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-8673492502609733492</id><published>2009-12-09T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:36:21.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow 6'/><title type='text'>Yellow 6</title><summary type='text'>I burst through the front door, making a point to slam it behind me, before going to the kitchen to find a beer. I twisted off the cap of one, and screamed in pain."Mother fucker." That hadn't been a twist off. I throw the cap across the room cussing loudly and then looked at my freshly cut palm and cussed at it. I chugged the whole beer down, getting mostly foam in the process. I grabbed the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8673492502609733492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8673492502609733492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8673492502609733492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-6.html' title='Yellow 6'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3877151146260472656</id><published>2009-12-09T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:35:18.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow 5 page 2'/><title type='text'>Yellow 5 page 2</title><summary type='text'>"You know that I do.""Then please, stay with me always."In moments like this, a hundred things go through your mind. I thought about how he always teased me about being sappy, when really it was he who said all the mushy stuff in our relationship. I just happened to slip some in once in a while. I thought about how, when we were curled up in bed, it seemed perfect and loving but half way through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3877151146260472656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-5-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3877151146260472656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3877151146260472656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-5-page-2.html' title='Yellow 5 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-1755153096827737285</id><published>2009-12-09T03:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:34:51.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow 5 page 1'/><title type='text'>Yellow 5 page 1</title><summary type='text'>"I will kill you." The unmistakable sound of a shot gun being cocked rang through the small room."You don't have it in you."I shot up in bed, breathing hard. I glanced around, still dazed from sleep and my eyes landed on Reed. Resting peacefully, he had a small smile on his perfect face, right next to me. Something about seeing that, a thing I usually loved, pissed me off. I got up and left the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1755153096827737285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-5-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1755153096827737285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1755153096827737285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-5-page-1.html' title='Yellow 5 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-4201895912542060213</id><published>2009-12-09T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:34:10.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow 4'/><title type='text'>Yellow 4</title><summary type='text'>When I woke up the first thing on my mind was Reed and the way he'd looked while I was kissing him. I rolled over from my side to lie on my back, spreading my arms out over my head and smiled at the ceiling. There was something about Reed that made me feel, for lack of a better word, good.I'd been so scared to talking to him, but after the first word, it came easily. His smile was so inviting, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4201895912542060213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4201895912542060213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4201895912542060213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-4.html' title='Yellow 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-4220102200359707518</id><published>2009-12-09T03:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:32:43.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow 3 page 1'/><title type='text'>Yellow 3 page 1</title><summary type='text'>I'd been living in my Grandparent's house for three weeks. I found myself sometimes referring to it as "Weathering Heights" but no one beside Mom and Wes got it."You make the perfect Catherine baby bro," Wes had said when he found me waiting at the end of the drive way for him one night when we had a huge rain storm.I found a job at the local bookstore, and I was enjoying it as much as I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4220102200359707518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-3-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4220102200359707518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4220102200359707518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-3-page-1.html' title='Yellow 3 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-8229579085086634772</id><published>2009-12-09T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:33:11.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow 3 page 2'/><title type='text'>Yellow 3 page 2</title><summary type='text'>"Nothing, he's pretty cool, I used to talk to him a lot when he worked at the record store. Tell me what happened?" So I did.*******"Rhonda, Mac, guess what?" I yelled as I came through the front door to my home."What dear?" Rhonda called from the kitchen. I jogged over to the door and found them sitting at the table, sipping tea."I met the Timmy's grandson, and he's gay, and he's beautiful, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8229579085086634772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-3-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8229579085086634772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8229579085086634772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-3-page-2.html' title='Yellow 3 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2753475047334770102</id><published>2009-12-09T03:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:31:12.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow 2 page 2'/><title type='text'>Yellow 2 page 2</title><summary type='text'>Rhonda had tried setting me up with ever man that passed through our city since before Rick was arrested, not even taking the time to stop and find out if they were even gay. I doubt this guy she's taking about was gay, just like all the others.So what if I hadn't had sex in a year? It was by choose, I wanted something real, sex wasn't as important to me as most people thought. That's what I told</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2753475047334770102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-2-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2753475047334770102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2753475047334770102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-2-page-2.html' title='Yellow 2 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-9111717133663748255</id><published>2009-12-09T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:30:37.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow 2 page 1'/><title type='text'>Yellow 2 page 1</title><summary type='text'>I flipped open my Zippo, sparking it, and brought it to the tip of my cigarette. I inhaled deeply, letting the warm smoke travel through my lungs before letting it come back out in a slow exhale. There is something about cigarettes that make me feel powerful, make me feel like I am the ruler of all things, most of all my life. I live for the day I don't need them anymore."Camble?" I heard Mac </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/9111717133663748255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-2-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/9111717133663748255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/9111717133663748255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-2-page-1.html' title='Yellow 2 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-6831034170618628305</id><published>2009-12-09T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:29:46.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow 1 page 2'/><title type='text'>Yellow 1 page 2</title><summary type='text'>"So you have a date with Seth? That's great Reed I'm glad for you," Wes said after I told him what happened. "Do you think maybe it's too soon though? You and Tim just ended a few weeks ago.""I think its fine timing. You know my rules about sex; we were barley making it to second base. I have to fully trust someone before I take that step." I'd always told my family that I wasn't going to have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6831034170618628305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-1-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/6831034170618628305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/6831034170618628305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-1-page-2.html' title='Yellow 1 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-1964969078499439832</id><published>2009-12-09T03:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:29:14.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yellow 1 page 1'/><title type='text'>Yellow 1 page 1</title><summary type='text'>"This porch is really big," I said aloud to no one. I was sitting on the edge of my seat, a white plastic back yard chair that you could buy from any store in any town, anywhere. My arms rested on the railing of the big upstairs wrap around porch. My back was comfortably slouched, as I lay my head on my folded arms. In my hands was a huge tumbler glass full of ice water. The sun was setting, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1964969078499439832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-1-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1964969078499439832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1964969078499439832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-1-page-1.html' title='Yellow 1 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-1523006124674942164</id><published>2009-12-09T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:28:18.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes Master'/><title type='text'>Yes, Master</title><summary type='text'>The anger and determination of Qin Shih Huang was almost palpable as he unleashed his cavalry, war chariots, and bronze and iron weapons—all battlefield levelers that his enemies had never before encountered—on the rebel town of Anyi. Within hours of receiving the message that the Lord of Anyi would not send tribute and yield in the season of homage, Qin Shih Huang, his loyal servant and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1523006124674942164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-master.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1523006124674942164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1523006124674942164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes-master.html' title='Yes, Master'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-8643346103362867490</id><published>2009-12-09T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:27:14.097-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Have No Right to Ask Me That 3'/><title type='text'>You Have No Right to Ask Me That 3</title><summary type='text'>James sat in one of the rooms at County General, reflecting on all the disasters since he'd woken up that morning. He didn't really have much else to do as the doctor had just left, and Shaine was in the bathroom. It had started so well, but damn if it hadn't gone downhill fast. The man was still upset with him and James was starting to get pissed. It wasn't his damn fault that he'd stepped on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8643346103362867490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-have-no-right-to-ask-me-that-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8643346103362867490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8643346103362867490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-have-no-right-to-ask-me-that-3.html' title='You Have No Right to Ask Me That 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-4186726310389651927</id><published>2009-12-09T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:25:50.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Have No Right to Ask Me That 1'/><title type='text'>You Have No Right to Ask Me That 1</title><summary type='text'>Calling the warehouse old was an understatement. Paint peeled on the sides, and the red brick showed through in places. Weeds grew in the cracks of the foundation, and an old vine climbed towards the roof, hiding the entry way. To the left of the warehouse was a wide alley, surprisingly clean and well paved. Three long, steel loading doors faced the alleyway, rust spots flecking their surface. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4186726310389651927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-have-no-right-to-ask-me-that-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4186726310389651927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/4186726310389651927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-have-no-right-to-ask-me-that-1.html' title='You Have No Right to Ask Me That 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-8926918366434816138</id><published>2009-12-09T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:26:34.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Have No Right to Ask Me That 2'/><title type='text'>You Have No Right to Ask Me That 2</title><summary type='text'>James woke to energetic music pulsing through the house. He had been so comfortable he didn't even remember falling asleep. The music wasn't anything he was used to, so he stayed in the bed for a bit trying to understand the fast lyrics. Also, there was something missing, but it took his half-awake brain some time to realize that thing was Shaine. Glancing around the room, frowning, he confirmed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8926918366434816138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-have-no-right-to-ask-me-that-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8926918366434816138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/8926918366434816138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-have-no-right-to-ask-me-that-2.html' title='You Have No Right to Ask Me That 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-385196346882464852</id><published>2009-12-09T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:24:35.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Never Forget That First Time'/><title type='text'>You Never Forget That First Time</title><summary type='text'>She was lovely as she walked down the isle. We were both 23 and in love. The first few years it was exciting. We were having sex almost every day and it was good. As the years went by, and the three kids arrived, it became more of a chore. We were still in love, but the kids were born only a year apart and the sexual excitement kind of faded. Jane and I respected each other and so we shared the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/385196346882464852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-never-forget-that-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/385196346882464852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/385196346882464852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-never-forget-that-first-time.html' title='You Never Forget That First Time'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-141165691442587712</id><published>2009-12-09T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:22:17.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Never Know part 1'/><title type='text'>You Never Know part 1</title><summary type='text'>My jaw hung open and my eyes opened wide as I slowly flipped through the collection of magazines and videos I'd just uncovered tucked away in the back of my cousin’s bedroom closet. Andy was staying with my parents due to trouble my aunt and uncle were having. I happened upon them quite accidentally while looking for a pair of football cleats; I forgot mine back at school and needed a pair to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/141165691442587712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-never-know-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/141165691442587712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/141165691442587712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-never-know-part-1.html' title='You Never Know part 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-57944276783097612</id><published>2009-12-09T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:23:23.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Never Know part 2'/><title type='text'>You Never Know part 2</title><summary type='text'>I couldn’t believe how completely his amazing cock filled me. It was so much harder and hotter than I ever imagined and I only wanted more. Jeff’s hand stayed firmly over my mouth as I moaned and squealed uncontrollably in response to Andy’s powerful thrusting.After a little while, I have no idea how long, my cousin slid me down the table a little as he climbed up and hooked my jellied legs up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/57944276783097612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-never-know-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/57944276783097612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/57944276783097612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-never-know-part-2.html' title='You Never Know part 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3621871522505568536</id><published>2009-12-09T03:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:20:45.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Never Know Your Fellow Workers'/><title type='text'>You Never Know Your Fellow Workers</title><summary type='text'>I was 34 years old when I was hired by the insurance company. The company shall remain nameless, but it was one of the biggest. I liked the job. There were six other agents and a manager in the office I was assigned to. Everyone seemed to get along well together. The manager liked to have his agents work together whenever possible, consequently I worked, at one time or another, with all of them.I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3621871522505568536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-never-know-your-fellow-workers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3621871522505568536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3621871522505568536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-never-know-your-fellow-workers.html' title='You Never Know Your Fellow Workers'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-159377741052274493</id><published>2009-12-09T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:18:17.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Jimmy Ch. 03 page 2'/><title type='text'>Young Jimmy Ch. 03 page 2</title><summary type='text'>Jimmy looked stunned for a moment and then smiled, "I would love that, John." He lifted Johns' legs up and used his hips to align his cock with John's ass. He poked the tip at the tight hole.John said, "During these past months I have not even pleasured myself with dildos. I should be rather tight for you."Jimmy felt his cock twitch and he sighed. He then pushed his cock head in. John winced from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/159377741052274493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-jimmy-ch-03-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/159377741052274493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/159377741052274493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-jimmy-ch-03-page-2.html' title='Young Jimmy Ch. 03 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2892464914974517479</id><published>2009-12-09T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:17:41.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Jimmy Ch. 03 page 1'/><title type='text'>Young Jimmy Ch. 03 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Mr. Yomoto chuckled, "There now. Don't fight what you are destined for." He lifted up the whip and asked, "Who am I?"Jimmy growled back, "A sick fuck!"Mr. Yomoto delivered two stripes across Jimmy's ass and calmly said, "You will call me Sir. Do you understand?"Jimmy hesitated. His hesitation resulted in two more swipes across his ass.Mr. Yomoto shouted at him, "Do you understand?!"Jimmy cried </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2892464914974517479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-jimmy-ch-03-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2892464914974517479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2892464914974517479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-jimmy-ch-03-page-1.html' title='Young Jimmy Ch. 03 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-58925446927023833</id><published>2009-12-09T03:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:16:58.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Jimmy Ch. 02 page 2'/><title type='text'>Young Jimmy Ch. 02 page 2</title><summary type='text'>When Mr. Michaels felt himself close to ejaculating he pulled his cock out and stood up. He sat on the sofa and said, "Sit on my cock, Jimmy with your back to me. Line it up and let it slide all the way into your ass."Jimmy stood to his feet and backed up. He sat on Mr. Michaels lap and reached between his own legs to align Mr. Michaels cock with his ass. He lifted up a bit and slid the tip in. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/58925446927023833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-jimmy-ch-02-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/58925446927023833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/58925446927023833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-jimmy-ch-02-page-2.html' title='Young Jimmy Ch. 02 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-1689118734810395058</id><published>2009-12-09T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:16:26.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Jimmy Ch. 02 page 1'/><title type='text'>Young Jimmy Ch. 02 page 1</title><summary type='text'>After the first sexual experience Jimmy and Mr. Michaels had a long time passed. Mr. Michaels acted as if nothing had happened. This left Jimmy confused and oddly enough, a bit hurt. Their first time was not all that exciting and Jimmy was left feeling used. But, when his prepaid stay at the hotel ran out, Mr. Michaels ordered Jimmy to move into his penthouse with him. Jimmy of course knew there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1689118734810395058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-jimmy-ch-02-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1689118734810395058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/1689118734810395058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-jimmy-ch-02-page-1.html' title='Young Jimmy Ch. 02 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-2247854052766390498</id><published>2009-12-09T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:15:37.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Jimmy Ch. 01 page 2'/><title type='text'>Young Jimmy Ch. 01 page 2</title><summary type='text'>Jimmy exhaled, "Yes, I understand, Mr. Michaels." Mr. Michaels felt his heart race as he realized young Jimmy was right where he wanted him.Over the next month Jimmy quickly learned his responsibilities and did them well. He quickly learned how to use the computer and attended all meetings. Mr. Michaels made sure to spend as much time with Jimmy every day as he could. He ate dinner with him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2247854052766390498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-jimmy-ch-01-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2247854052766390498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/2247854052766390498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-jimmy-ch-01-page-2.html' title='Young Jimmy Ch. 01 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6466558917620286320.post-3096302253019071175</id><published>2009-12-09T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:14:56.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Jimmy Ch. 01 page 1'/><title type='text'>Young Jimmy Ch. 01 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Mr. Michaels was a lonely bachelor that was quite wealthy. His job as the CEO for DigiTech, Inc. kept his wallet full but his heart empty. At 30 he had never had a serious relationship. He was too good of judge of character and knew that people just wanted to get close because of his money. Even if people came from other countries they had to know of him because of his high profile. But, he was a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3096302253019071175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-jimmy-ch-01-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3096302253019071175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6466558917620286320/posts/default/3096302253019071175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgaystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/young-jimmy-ch-01-page-1.html' title='Young Jimmy Ch. 01 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
