I don't know how long it took for me to separate out the buzzing of bombs being dropped from a combat plane in my dreams from someone leaning on my door buzzer in the middle of the night. It didn't help that the buzzing stopped when I was awake enough to think about where it was coming from and that it started again as I dozed off. When I decided it wasn't...
All usual disclaimers apply. This is the final installment of the Levi series. * Nathan and I had been doing great over the last eight years and so had Levi. Levi was still with Jason and they were husbands without the paper. Nathan and I had still not gone through any sort of commitment ceremony mostly due to my hatred of that kind of event. Levi had fol...
For earlier stories in this series, see "Bite of the Schlange" and "Siren Song Symphony" * The black ship glided up the Italian coast and hove to in Laguna Venita. The Venetians were a strange and decadent lot; only they would sustain a tradition of a two-day annual festival "celebrating" the twelfth-century visitation of the Black Plague to their canal ci...
The pandemic is keeping me from going out and having sex with groups of strangers in public, and from having 20 or more strange men shoot their cum all over my face, which obviously isn't the best way to keep from catching something infectious, and it is even taking away my opportunities to serve my black master. So I'll write about something that happened t...
Hardesty wasn't in the best of moods when he got to the precinct, and the guys and gals there didn't help it any—as he knew they wouldn't. "Had a hard night?" he was greeted at the door, accompanied by a snigger. "Found it hard to get to work today, Hardesty?" boomed a voice from one end of the vice squad room. "Hard morning, Hardesty?" another voice chim...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...
This story was first published in 2010 as part of GayAuthors Fall Anthology: No Going Back Chapter One Trace kept one eye trained on the rearview mirror at the car that had been behind him for the last couple of miles. No matter where he went the car seemed to stick with him. So far it hadn't gotten close enough for him to make out any specific details oth...
I decided that if I was going to add Haiti to my list of countries visited, disembarking for a day's frolic in the fenced and well-guarded Disneyesque pleasure enclave of Labadee was the way to go. I was trying to push my collection over the hundred-country list, and, thanks to Henry Goslan the Third's money and patronage, I was well on my way. Henry was pu...
I don't claim to speak for all cock suckers but what I'm about to reveal isn't going to come as a surprise to those who have given this subject any thought at all. Married cock suckers, in general have a guilt complex! That's right. If you think about it why would a normal, healthy, married man actively seek out men to "service"? Something is rotten in Denma...
This is my first try at writing a story for this site. This is actually more that a story, or hopefully a series of encounters that really happened to me through the years. Up until my eighteenth birthday my sex life had been pretty normal, really boring actually. I had been with two girls, nothing exciting really, straight sex, bust a nut and that was it....