It was one of those damp cold dreary evenings that Britons know to be so frequent in their early winter, when Floin was escorted from training camp common barracks to the Spartan but warm hut of the training commander. He had been complimented well for so quickly taking to the soldierly arts. He hoped that this would be the night that he would be paired off...
I was drunk, my head was numb. I'd gone to a party of a friend, got into a vodka drinking challenge and think I lost? I can remember the fourth tall glass that we both downed, then going to take a piss, after that I don't know what happened? All I knew was that I was sat on a sofa and couldn't get up! Someone was sat beside me on the sofa, but my brain cou...
I drove home exhausted from the sexual intensity and violation of the day. My clothes, skin and taste buds were sticky and reeking from our commingled ejaculate, juices and raw funk. But I was hard and loving it. As I pulled into my driveway, dad was washing his Beamer. I didn't want to stop to talk; I was afraid he'd smell the scent of another man all over...
Donatus was relieved when the big man finished off. He pulled out of Donatus' sore mouth, and shook his dick, then moved off. Donatus was given a short time to catch his breath and stretch his lean frame some. Then the next man came up, stuck his hard throbbing cock in front of Donatus' mouth, and grabbed his mane of dark curls with a calloused, grimy hand,...
My first experience was with a much older guy named Richard. He was a senior counselor at a camp where I worked summers while in college. During my second summer working at the camp, Richard and I ended up having to share a cabin. I had met him the year prior, but because I was just a rookie that year, we had minimal contact. Now, in my second summer, I was...
The man in the suit bent down to ask me: "Is that okay with you?" He need not have bothered, for my fate was sealed and I knew it - at the age of seven I knew I was done for. Unworthy. My parents and I had been in his office for a while and they talked about my school experience...about my age...about my handwriting...about stuff. I sat on a small stool or...
Leaping Lizard Camp It's funny. My first gay experience happened on a campground whose name I can't remember. It is in the national forest between Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks. I think of it as Leaping Lizard Camp even though I know that is not the right name and I am sure I never saw a lizard. It is a gorgeous place on the shores of Jackson...
This is a work of 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. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
He left the ruins of Georgia in the summer of 1874, another orphan of the War of Rebellion and one step ahead of the lynch mobs and night riders. Headed west into the territories seeking out the promise of fortune on the far frontiers, but he was broke and hungry in the slums of St. Louis Missouri before the month was out. A young man without promise or pro...
I was on a hunting trip with four of my buddies. Two of them I had been out with previously at this beautiful site in the Colorado mountains, and two others that I worked with I had invited to come along, as I knew they liked to hunt. I myself did not hunt, but love the wilderness and the camping experience. As bad luck, or good, would have it my two regula...