For Gary ***** I see him swimming slowly towards me. He reaches shallow water and stands up, and I see that he is naked. He is powerfully built, and he walks towards me, his swimming trunks swinging loosely from his left hand, his penis half-erect. 'Hi,' he says, smiling. 'Hello,' I reply, smiling shyly in return, trying not to look at his dick. 'Can I...
It's Thursday night and I'm doing my usual shift on Gayline. Gayline is not a crisis hotline. We only answer the phone between 7:00 p.m. and 10:00 p.m. Monday through Friday. Our volunteers are not trained counselors. Instead, we do "peer counseling," which is basically being a gay person to talk to. A man calls. He asks about gay bars and cruising places,...
I don't know when he's coming home or if he'll be alone, but I wait. Won't be long till the bars close. But I swear to myself I won't wait long. Not more than a half hour. It'll take him at least that long to get home. No longer though. Finally he walks up to the door alone, his breath hanging in a cloud on the cold air. For a minute he doesn't see me and I...
I've got an itch that needs scratching. A desire, a lust. It's been slowly burning in me all week and now it's a blazing fire in me. It's filled my mind and thoughts all week, distracting me from my work. It's my addiction, it's my drug. A few people understand. Some publically, some privately like me. You see my friends and family wouldn't understand. Their...
Note: This story doesn't revolve solely around sex, so if a quick hot sex scene is what you're looking for, this story isn't for you. A/N: Hi guys, I'm back with a new story for you. I'm really happy with how this story turned out and I hope you guys enjoy it. A huge shoutout to Y0rite for volunteering her time to help me as my editor. Her insight has helpe...
Henry Cassidy wakes with a feeling he's no longer used to: he feels rested. He isn't as young as he used to be, and so far his thirties had been plagued with cramping muscles, sore back, aches and pains in every place imaginable. But today, there's no crick in his neck, no twinge in his shoulder, no ache in his back. It is — and he is not a man to use this w...
Jim Carmody was on his way to a slaughter. His own. As he walked down the street to meet his master, he knew what was waiting for him when he entered the house at the end of Merritt Road, and for most people, even imagining what was going to happen would have sent them running in the opposite direction. Jim Carmody was not most people, and as he made his wa...
"Why don't you and Clancy go fishing," my dad said. The five of us, Uncle Ted, Aunt Bessie, Clancy, dad and me were finishing our afternoon tea in the farmhouse kitchen after unloading the fourth load of hay for the day. The new corrugated iron shed was a quarter full of hay and that was all there was room for. The rest was taken up with the farm machinery...
* * * * * * * * * * Captives Of The Mountain Men * * * * * * * * * * The bare concrete floor was icy cold against Tom's feet as his captors escorted him to the dungeon in their basement. Tom was in his mid-20s and built like a football player, with buzz-cut blond hair. He shivered as the cold concrete floor drained his body heat. He felt vulnerable . . ....
Jamie could hardly sleep being so excited about tomorrow. He felt himself rising like never before, with carnal images in his mind about how it would be, going all the way with Jack. He wondered if it would hurt first time with Jack, he imagined how it would feel with Jack penetrating deeply inside him, he thought about too; that Jack asked for him to suck c...