This is a short story, extremely short compared with previous submissions I've made. Yet, it is a truthful admission of actual events in the life of the story teller. I am the writer of the story, not the teller of it. * Being a boy in the 1950s and a teen in the 1960s opened my eyes to things I never imagined. As a boy, I played outside and mothers in th...
The farmhouse was a 1950s tract house, dropped into the wilderness. The man in camo fatigues made Tom take the lead through the back door, across the kitchen, and down the stairs to the basement. The space at the foot of the stairs was a laundry room, with a washer, dryer, and a big wash basin. The rest of the basement was walled off, with sheet metal doors...
"You look like a cop." The kid was standing at the edge of the street, bent over to talk through the open car window. Sam Avery smiled. "I am a cop." The kid's expression didn't change. "But I'm not here to bust you." The kid's expression still didn't change. "So what do you want?" Sam pointed his index finger at the car pulling away in front of them, th...
"Wouldn't you really rather have a Buick?" The quote was from a commercial jingle. I was watching a YouTube video of old car commercials from the 1950s and '60s, and that line was sung by a woman hawking Buicks. Those were the days when American cars ruled the roads and foreign cars, like Toyotas and Datsuns, were considered junk. The only foreign car worth...
"Lou is chasing another story down, Gavin, and this one doesn't look like more than a short paragraph in the local news section. So if you've got an hour or two, could you check this out? And if you don't have an hour or two, I'd like to know what you're doing; what you're working on now was due on my desk an hour ago." The city editor handed Gavin a teleph...
You may think that being 70 sucks - life is ebbing, sexual drive with it, and your cock sags and goes into retirement. So this is an uplifting story, literally. And all true. Prelude Knowing I found boys attractive as a kid in the 1950s was pretty scary - gay did not exist and faggot was some creepy guy, I did learn that it is a big mistake to tell the cut...
My name is Ludovic Stein and I'm one of those guys whom you probably got warned about. I'm sexually adventurous. Many people think it's wrong for a man or woman to have multiple sexual partners over a short period of time. I think such people have a 1950s mentality. It's the twenty first century, people. Get real. Seriously. I am what I am and I do what I do...
I was sitting at the bar of the 5101 Club, talking to my buddy Ernie, the bartender. It was around 9:00 PM, early for a gay bar, and the place was almost empty. Just a few regulars. It wouldn't really get going for another two hours. The door opened and a man walked in, stopped just inside the door, and looked around. He was in his late 30s, with thick b...
Case kept his hand near the butt of his gun as he and Avery approached the old pickup in the gray pre-dawn light. It looked innocent enough, with a surfboard sticking up over the tailgate, but you didn't take chances on these early morning traffic stops. The driver's door opened and a good-looking teenage boy got out. He was a tall thin bodybuilder with lo...
I'm lying in a queen-sized bed in an old basement, naked under the covers, beside another naked 18-year-old boy. I'm wide awake. He's pretending to be asleep. My painfully hard cock jerks and my body stiffens when his hand brushes my thigh. * * * It's early summer and I've just graduated from high school. Dad and I have spent the last week at Grandma's ran...