Man, the moment I saw him I knew he'd been an easy mark. Who am I talking about? Anderson Chang. A tall and very slim young Asian man who walked into my Criminology class at Carleton University the first week of September 2010. He was okay-looking, in a nerdy kind of way. What surprised me is how I felt about him. I am not usually into Asian guys. In fact, I...
I am fairly certain my father knew there was more to my being apprenticed to the Dutch munitions broker Fons Hertzog when I arrived in Cape Town from London then learning a merchant's trade. He was being protective of me, I'm sure, the Great War having broken out the previous summer in Europe with the assassination of the archduke. With the war only enlargi...
I've always thought my life would be perfect, but if you told me 6 weeks ago everything would turn out the way it did, I would have told you that you were crazy and that you don't know me. Everything would have changed if I knew the whole story behind it, but for some reason I always knew that I would meet that special person that I can truly say I love her....
Marcel, Mathieu, Francois and Louis were close friends. Marcel and Francois were lovers as were Mathieu and Louis. They were all in their early twenties and were very pretty young men. Occasionally they would get together for group sex. They worked together, hung out together and vacationed together. In 1984, the four of them decided to be very adventurous a...
"Oh, Philippe. OH, Philippe!" The dark, handsome young Moroccan had been murmuring Philip's name when the American adventurer had started rimming him but was now crying his name out insistently as Philip split his curvaceous butt cheeks with his hard, throbbing cock and thrust down, once, twice, three times. "Philippe!" the Moroccan exclaimed and writhed und...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Dear Reader: This story is a response to a request. It's a stretch for me to try an unfamiliar genre. Since I am not gay and have very little experience interacting with the gay lifestyle, please excuse my naive view and know I wrote from the heart. Regards, shptchr. As always, th...
His back was to me when I walked into the room and at first I didn't notice him among the others but, just as I lifted my eyes to the group, he turned his head and time was suspended for a moment as our eyes met, and then broke away, as if the glance had been casual. But of course it had been casual. He'd been gone for so long and we'd not kept touch. I hadn...
The tanker "Chelsea Bridge" was steaming westwards across the Atlantic, bound for Bayonne, New Jersey, with a cargo of domestic heating oil from North Africa. James Tully, the third engineer, had finished standing his watch in the engine room at midnight, and was dying for a drink. He showered, put on a little pair of blue shorts and a pair of flip-flops, an...
The middle-aged man in the suit was crowding me at the bar at Harvey's in New York's Chelsea district and talking dirty to me. I was smiling and nodding, but my eyes kept drifting over to the table, where a guy a bit younger and far better looking and built was giving me the eye. If he'd just been a bit more definite in his signaling, I'd have broken away fr...
Billy Olsen's life back in 1966 was no bed of roses, having been sick for much of his teenage years, and even after pretty much recovering from rheumatic fever Billy's overbearing mother insisted he stayed in the house most of the time, studying and reading. The result was that Billy was a smart kid despite doing much of the work at home, and his mother co...