My ex and I had broken up 6 months earlier on good terms. He had always planned to retire at the age of 62 and buy a villa on a gay resort in Gran Canaria in the Canary Islands. We both knew this would be the case when we started seeing each other 18 months before, and although he had tried to persuade me to move abroad with him, I was still in my early 20s...
Exhausted and trying to escape the pain and this filthy cell, I forced myself into sleep. I was wedged in a sitting position on the bench, handcuffed to the jail cage bars and propped on one butt cheek to relieve the pressure on my ass. It had been a truly rough ride, but it had really hit the spot. I was aroused and satisfied as I never had been before, and...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. Most of the mounted escort riders gathered around their leader were watching the small band of infidels, led by Hugh d'Ibelin, as they rode out of the gate of the stronghold of Belvoir and moved to meet the forces of the Saracens and their allies on the hilltop overl...
Note that the poetry in this story is original to the author. It's owned by the story author. ***** I kiss the dew from your lips, pausing to revel in the moonlight glistening on the yielding treasure of you, anticipating the paradise of the cool of the desert night yielding to the melting sun. "Do not tarry, my love," you murmur. "I see the oasis an...
Lattimore stopped at corner of the cookhouse as he was crossing from the main house of his ranch outside Laramie, Wyoming, to the corral to train the quarter horse he'd bought on the last cattle drive to Omaha. He leaned on a fence and watched young Kit chopping wood. The young man was stripped to the waist while he chopped. Bulking up real good, Lattimore...
It was a mistake to have come to Central Virginia, but not, I think a mistake to have stayed. Stuart had seemed so right when we found ourselves in New York as we both were completing our English doctorates at Colombia, but in the four months between when he had taken a position in the English department at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville and w...
This happened when I was in college and shared a duplex with a friend and fellow student at the beach. It was summertime and we both worked at a hot-spot bar at the beach. It was a great summer. We spent our days at the beach and nights working at a place where it didn't even seem like working sometimes. It was the 70s when disco was hot, and the place was c...
Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 12. In which our hero has a sandwich break. Ted and I remain sitting in the lounge chair for some minutes, waiting for officer B. I ask him if he has been at this place before. He responds that he has been here once before and several other places. I ask how often he does this to which he replies that B calls him every mont...
"We have nude beaches here on Cyprus for gay men," the art gallery owner said as he moved around the studio couch in the photo studio behind his Nicosia gallery and fired off camera shots of me posed in the near nude on a blue silk drape. "All of them are on private property, though. I happen to have such a beach—very private—at my beach house near the airpo...
"Stop that," Cal said with a groan, "You're gonna make me come." "That's the idea," Vince said, lifting his mouth off Cal's cock, his fingers still wrapped around the root of the shaft. They were an hour north of Denver on I-25, outside of Fort Collins, making about as good time as Cal's old rattling F150 pickup could do. Vince had been playing with Cal's e...