WARNING! ( Please Read Carefully ) The following short story is not for the feint hearted. It is intended for adults only with an interest in gay sex and rugby league and it contains plenty of visceral and extremely graphic male on male group sex. The rugby league match at the heart of the story gets pretty rough. The sex that follows it is even rougher. T...
This is the third and last of a group of three related stories: Petty Officer Pettifer Pettifer the Gay Disciplinarian Pettifer – The Warden ***** CHAPTER 1 Kevin Pettifer: Warrant Officer Kevin Pettifer, to give him his full title, stood, cane still in his hand, and looked with a sense of great personal satisfaction at the richly welted, muscular arse...
I always preferred the company of boys and never liked to play with girls, even as a child. I have two older brothers and everything in my home was all about three boys. It was a life of sports and typical guy stuff like hunting and fishing, climbing trees, and the things that make a macho father's chest swell with pride. I never really thought much about it...
Chapter 30 The chair was so hard. I shifted and pulled my feet up under me, wrapping my arms around myself for warmth. Cold in here too. As soon as I'd gotten to the station in the back of the patrol car, they took me to this interrogation room and walked out. I'd been sitting here, alternately pacing and trying to get comfortable in the hard metal chair, f...
Hey all and Happy Holidays! First Day I hung up the phone and stared at it for a minute before picking up the glass of wine I was nursing through dinner and throwing it against the wall. The sound of glass shattering into pieces didn't relieve me as much as I thought it would and the thought of the chardonnay possibly staining the paint didn't help. I pic...
"James, please pick your jacket up off the floor and put it in your bedroom, that's a good boy." The quiet words, spoken as much to not provoke an argument as to convey a request, came from my foster father, Randy Simmons, as he took a few careful steps over my prone body lying in front of the television watching cartoons. I had arrived home from school two...
Chapter One "Of course you have a choice." Silas Collins sat there, assessing what was really going on here and whether everything was down the tubes for him. Yesterday morning he'd been in the Colombian jungle, just "that far" from seizing the daddy of all drug cartel lords, and now he was sitting in front of a desk, facing two suits and overlooking North...
Author's note 1: This story is a spinoff of the incest story "Operation Fuck Me Daddy" and the second part of a trilogy. It's not necessary to read that story first (it would be nice if you did), and there's no incest in this story. This is the first gay male story that I've written, and I hope I've done it justice. This story will alternate POV by chapter....
CHAPTER ONE A glance at his closet was all you need to know Mr. Marcus. There, hanging in fussy uniformity were his jackets, trousers, shirts, and even ties, various yet not too varied shades of gray. Flannel, tweed, corduroy - softened with age, defying passing trends. And yet, almost hidden in the back was a dress shirt, white with light blue checks, the...
By the time I reached the outskirts of Houston, the adrenaline-rush I was feeling was counter-balanced by the rush-hour traffic I was stuck in. Stop-and-go traffic---I wanted to scream! And then the rain started... OH MY GOD---WHAT IS THIS---A MONSOON?? The rain was so heavy, it was difficult seeing the brake lights of the car ahead of me. My nerves were f...