Summary: Straight shy guy walks into an adult theatre in late 1980's. Note 1: Thanks to Robert, goamz86, and Wayne for editing. Note 2: All participants are at least 18-years-old. Birth of a Cock Sucker: 1980's Teen Who: Me, a young naive guy What: A story of how I learned I was a natural cock sucker Where: Toronto, Canada When: 1989 How: Wel...
My name is Rodney Steele. This year I will be celebrating my fortieth birthday. By my story begins a long time ago. More than twenty years ago, in fact. When I was a young stud of eighteen, fresh out of high school and looking forward to college. I was headed to one of the mid-west's better universities, on an engineering scholarship. I was also headed towar...
We proudly present the second part of the first in a series of unjustly neglected underground classics of erotica, revived and reinterpreted for your entertainment and pleasure by Tristan Trotsky, a noted dilettante of decadent literature. --- 0 --- The earnest literary critic can but conjecture about the state of mind of the author of the sad and perverse...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Bobby Tommy awoke each day feeling the powerful heat of Thor's body pressed against him. Whose hard cock was pressed into the other's back changed, but each felt the delight in their mutual desire. There were nights when they talked long into the night and fell asleep in the simple joy of each other's company. More frequently they enjoyed...
The next morning Greg woke up with a start. "What time is it?" He turned reaching over Bruce grabbing the clock on the nightstand. They had both went to sleep not long after making love. Neither of them had meant to go to sleep. And they had both forgotten Greg had to be up early the next morning. "Shit..." he clamored out of bed running naked into the showe...
It began in a basement room of the huge building that housed the Summit County Home, an aging, red brick fortress of a building that consisted of three floors over a full basement that was now used only to store miscellaneous items. The upper two floors of the building were used as housing for males and females who had been abandoned by their parents, often...
It was several weeks later and it seemed that all of their dangers had passed. But Tony was growing more and more restless as time went by. Bruce would pop in from time to time, just to check on everyone. Each time that he did, he and Tony just could not see eye to eye. And of all the time that Tony and Greg had spent with each other, it appeared that Jonath...
The best hunting for lions in the Kingdom of Urartu was in the south, near the border with Assyria. This area was not the safest place to be in those years of Assyrian expansion into the region between the Caspian and Black seas, but it was where the lions were. So, when the prince of Urartu took his hunting party from the capital at Tushpa, on the Nairi Sea...
JUNE 1720 Disoriented, head still groggy from whatever had been in what he drank earlier, in the dark, putting his hand out and feeling a curtain, eighteen-year-old Franz drew the drapery aside and put his feet on the floor. The richness of a carpet under his bare feet told him he wasn't in his parents' residence above the book binding shop. It wasn't just...
Jonathan woke up alone once more. It had been two weeks since Bruce had brought him home. The tests did finally come back. Well, actually, they had been back three days after they were sent. Someone had misplaced the results, not finding them, until Greg had threatened to put his foot up someone's ass if they didn't. But even since he had known he was clea...