As an introduction... The year was 1973 and the college was in upstate New York. This story is based on a long rambling conversation I had late one night at a party with a college classmate who had never been very talkative with me (or the rest of the world I believe) before that night. We ended up talking in a quiet corner and he began a confessional of...
James sat in his car, looking up at the old brownstone building in which Malcolm lived and wondered just what the hell he was doing. He'd spent half the afternoon wondering what he should wear. He spent a good ten minutes trying to decide if he should wear cologne or not. If he were given the task of mapping out an underwater course through the Philippines w...
This isn't a straight-up gay fuck story - it's a continuation of a gay pairing between two elderly gentlemen which runs to about three pages. So don't expect wild excitement and rampant action so much as excited anticipation and newly discovered pleasures. But...this being part three, the action is going to pick up more or less where it left off! Of cou...
None of the characters in this story are under the age of 18! Far from it! I suppose it could have been posted in "Mature" or "BDSM" but the dominant theme is m/m. The names have been changed to protect the guilty except for the characters who don't really exist. The men in this story are risking their health and their marriages; the ones that are married th...
Chapter 2 Since I am telling you my experiences across the country, I'm going to literally go across the country. I figured it would be better to tell you about each state then about each encounter. Plus you won't get confused by me doing a state and you have to go back to see if I had done it yet. My encounter in Oregon was actually about 10 years ago. I...
I first met James at a Christmas party my parents were throwing. He was the contractor they had hired to put together the new house they were building as an anniversary gift to each other. It would be a lot bigger than the two stories, three-bedroom house I had grown up in, which meant that there would be plenty of room for either me or my sister if we neede...
Pain. Hot. Blinding. Horrid pain. There was heat and wetness. But all I knew was pain. Over and over the waves of agony swelled inside me. I opened my eyes but could barely see the twisted mound of metal that was once my car. Panic rose inside me. I looked as far as my head would pivot, but I saw little but blurriness. Sharp needles screamed inside my head w...
It was the first time actually experiencing what sex with a man could be, far beyond the intensely focused joys offered by a glory hole, something more encompassing, even more irresistible than imagined. Over the preceding few weeks, the idea of kissing my first man had been growing as a fantasy, a delightful idea that drifted into awareness while stroking...
"You got it?" Sanchez asks after a long drag on his Marlboro. His name's an affectation: he's lily white. He's Mom's sweet boy, cleans his room, does his own laundry, kisses her goodbye, sells joints and pills to highschoolers on Saturday night, then goes to Church on Sunday pretending to be sinless as starched white sheets. Typical American shyster. S...
Sunday 14th February - early evening James called round at three this afternoon and he suggested that we get things moving early next week. So I invited him to view the room I'd prepared especially for him and he followed me in. Even then I hadn't thought it right through and planned what happened next - it just seemed obvious and natural. "I like the look...