Here's a favorite story of mine that appeared in Issue 50 (Jan/Feb 1996):
I REMOVED HIS GAG
WITH MY MOUTH AND FUCKED HIS MOUTH WITH MY TONGUE
NEW PHILADELPHIA, OH. Right after the start of my
Junior year, I met Phil. At the time, I thought he was just another mildly
attractive sophomore moving into my dormitory, just around the corner from my
room. We were both engineering majors, so we had that in common, and that was
the basis of the friendship. At first, anyway. There was something about Phil
that turned me on from day one. Make that charmed me. No, he wasn’t the world’s
hottest looking young man, but he had a shy smile to die for and a dynamite body
that his clothes couldn’t conceal. He was about 5'9", an inch or so
shorter than me, blue eyes, brown hair, about 160 pounds. At first, I didn’t
want to fuck him as much as I wanted to take care of him. At first, anyway.