(With thanks to Sabb for the inspiration for this story; for a companion story, see "Bite of the Schlange") * None of the young men who climbed the hill above the harbor at Starigard were music aficionados; they were all just curious about who had taken up residence in the castle. Of the bit more than thirty men coming up from folding nets in their fishing...
Heaven on Earth: Chapter 5 There You Are I woke up the next morning fairly early. I had to shower and get out to Brooklyn by 10. My arm was still around Brian’s waist when I woke up. I listened to the gentle sounds of his breathing until my alarm clock went off and I had to let go of him to turn it off. I thought for sure that my movement and the noise woul...
We threw our jackets on the floor and then kissed again, grinding our erections together through our open zippers, regardless of the fact we were smearing each other's precum across the fronts of our trousers. Ricky smiled as my tongue entered his mouth and this time he let me penetrate him deeply, offering no resistance as I worked my tongue between his te...
Scott thought it was the whining that was getting to him—it certainly wasn't Chip's body. He leaned over that and ran his fingers along the rise of the little blond's butt cheek. Chip raised his buttocks in response, fully expecting Scott's fingers to move into the crevice. Regardless of what Chip was preparing for, his attention was elsewhere. He was rattl...
Notes: This story was written merely as a writing exercise. It is a subject I wasn't familiar with, and so decided to take a try at it to see where I could take it. For the next three years, this prison cell would be my home. At the age of eighteen, I was young and stupid and attempted to rob a gas station with a BB gun. Naturally, I was caught, tried, and...
I was on a business trip to London with clients, we were all staying at the Hempel in Central London. The second night of the trip, after having dinner with the team and clients, I took a cab to the gay dance club near Trafalgar Square that I had seen when I walked around that neighborhood earlier that week. I and every other man there noticed an extraordi...
I'd read about the Honey Hollow swimming hole on a naturally dammed section of Cunningham Creek in the Baltimore Sun's travel section, and I'd never heard of it before, even though it was just up the road from Thurmont, where I lived. I'd heard of the Honey Hollow Reservoir, of course, because it provided water to Thurmont. It was up in a fold of the Catocti...
This is a true story, I've changed the names of myself and my "friend" This all started about 13 years ago when Jason and I had a one night cock sucking contest. After that, we never saw each other again. His parents divorced shortly afterwards. Both his parents left our town and he went and lived with his mother. About 5 years ago though, his mother moved...
© My name is Grover Hatfield. I do handyman work now that I'm retired. I still get around, and I'm in good health. I'm proud to say everything still works. That's a necessity if you want to please the ladies. People tell me stuff. That's how I learned this story. It involves two gay guys and Doodles, a male Chihuahua. Doodles was a small dog, probably abou...
I live in a small city but visiting gay bars and cruise sites is not an option. Most of these are in the vicinity of the regular hotspots. The thought of being seen and labeled when I have not even figured out what I am feeling and where I belong was terrifying to me. I was not looking to live a lifestyle or fall in love with a man. I truly longed for the cl...