It was a Saturday in the early part of December and the eight soon-to-be-players were stuck at school, of course not by choice, but because detention always claimed its victims. Mr. Brown, one of the school's science teachers, led the group of seniors to the Study Hall, a windowless room where the were to serve their time like inmates. What none of them knew...
The riverboat hit a log, or something, on the hull right at my head, and I woke with a start. The first sensation in the soft, wavering light of a single lantern hung by the doorway was the sound of the drums and low chanting from somewhere above. The driver and cook at it again. The sound was monotonous and comforting all at the same time. It also seemed...
"Are you Mark?" "Yes," Mark said, startled. He turned his head toward the gruff, menacing voice. He had fully stripped down in the locker room when the big black stud entered. The young man turned and looked at the black brute. Neither spoke further. The black bull, wearing only athletic shorts, showing off a magnificently muscled body, walked to Mark, wra...
Darrin had seen a bumper sticker one time that said "Wrangler butts drive me nuts." Of course, it was some country girl driving the pickup that had it. But still, he could relate to the sentiment. Fortunately, being a grad student in agriculture in a land grant university provided him with more than enough opportunities to see hot guys in tight Wranglers. Je...
He could not make out where the snarling and gravelly, throaty noise had come from as he stepped out of the rickety carriage early that dark moonless evening. It was as if somewhere in the acoustics of the steep ridge, someone old and throaty sounding were speaking in a primitive language, but just before the end, he could make out the words in English "fore...
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's called the Dance of the Ravishers," Dr. Emory said to me as we watched nine male dancers swirling around two small bonfires. "I can certainly see why," I responded with a big grin. Dr. Emory gave me a sour look. I'd been warned about that look. In fact, my partner, Steve, had bet me I wouldn't last two months out here in the upper Nile area of Sudan w...
James had read, and seen, porn about men who could change the world, and that's what he'd been doing last night. After a quick, and mostly unsatisfying, wank, he'd fallen asleep wishing that there was more of this type of porn for gay men; where was the fun in reading about unlimited possibilities if all the characters do is make everyone's tits bigger? Then...
Sorry for the wait (don't you hate it when real life gets in the way) - here's a little something while I polish off the next character story. Y All characters are 18 or older. SHOWTIME The curtains pulled back to reveal a tall, muscular, blond young man on a haystack (the haystack was actually foam rubber covered with a hay-patterned cloth, but no one...
[Requested by dmmc] The young black bull was seated on the bench press in the dim light of the after-hours gym, back pressed to the reclining back support, hands gripping the narrow hips of the smaller, older man flexibly draped above him, facing away from him, and pulling the thin, wiry frame of the sub off and on his monster cock. Who would have known, th...