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Bush Whacked

by regina_allen55 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Having lived in this neck of the woods for some time now my good buddy Trevor and I knew every inch of it from the best hunting and fishing spots to the camp sites that the city folk would use for their weekends. We had been lucky so far that those opportunities to get us some fine pussy hadn't been reported to the police and we were still free to get some o...

Beating Around The Bush

by pdxjo on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

It was too hot to just lie in the hot sun of the nearly deserted nude beach. I decided to get up off my towel and walk along the water to enjoy a cool breeze for a while. In the glare of the sun I saw a dark figure in the distance, walking my way. Nude like me, as he got closer he appeared to be tall, athletic and very handsome - and brown all over from days...

Boys Out Bush

by dacked on Jul 4, 2018
Gay Male

Saturday, 5:37 a.m. Me and Bruce pulled up to the front of Johnno's house. Bruce was driving, so I hopped out and ran up to the front door. Knocked twice. Nothing. Rang the doorbell a few times. Nothing. I turned and looked at Bruce, who was impatiently leaning out the window. I shrugged my shoulders, even though we both knew that Johnno had probably just s...

Trading Partners Ch. 02: Interlude

by sr71plt on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Avery indeed was bushed when he dragged home after work on Friday, February 14th. He'd been right that he'd have been in no mood to drive to Virginia Beach and then back to south of Norfolk to party all night. Would he have been as reluctant to do that twenty years ago? He didn't want to think about that. He almost tripped over the package leaning against h...

Coonskin Hat

by sabb on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

On his head was a coonskin hat and down below was a bush almost as thick as the fur hat on his head. And rising from that bush was a meaty tool that looked as long and thick as the raccoon tail hanging off his hat. Only it was hard and hairless. My eyes were popping from the size of that pole. If I had thought I was expected to take it, I'd have run out of...

One Shot Ch. 02

by TheRealThingg on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Every car that passed, every noise in the bushes, every rustle of leaves. Justin looked over his shoulder, it's been 8 years since his father tried to kill him, and he was still out in the free world. Somewhere. Somewhere Justin hoped he will never be. After the disaster, everyone heard about what happened to him on the news. His school let him graduate ea...

A Bisexual Summer of 1959

by walterio on May 21, 2018
Gay Male

PRELUDE We were in our regular rendezvous location outside the church in an alcove shielded by high bushes. There was tree behind the shrubs as well and at that moment Gilbert had both hands on the trunk. He was leaning over holding onto the tree with his back arched emphasizing the shape of his curvy bottom. His pants and underwear were down around his kne...

The Enchanted Boy Ch. 15

by martin_x59 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Vernon studies the map and looks up at the mountain towering above him. "According to this there should be a large cedar tree next to the entrance," he says. They look around, there are a few pine trees and bushes dotted around the lower slopes of the mountain but no one can see a cedar tree. "Are you sure we are in the right place father?" Bain asks. "Y...

Dance of the Ravishers Ch. 03

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Dr. Emory had called it a day at the tomb dig outside Sudan's upper Nile Sulb Temple. It had been so hot that I had stripped down to a pair of cotton bush shorts for the afternoon. I was standing by the water buckets, ladling cool water over my head and letting it sluice down my body when I noticed Clint Winston, another of the archaeologists on the dig, and...

Slap of Realization

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I looked over at the table under the window of my studio apartment in Spinnaker Bay looking out over Baltimore's inner harbor, and last night's fight came back to me. The potted rose bush I'd gotten for him today to take to my mother on our trip to Dover, Delaware, was still there. He hadn't touched it. He'd told me that he might open the window and toss it...