During the summer of '82 I just turned 20 and lived right by the toll-way truck stop in a suburb of Chicago. I would frequent the truck stop restrooms and the drivers in their trucks on a fairly regular basis in the evenings when I was horny and in need of some cock. One warm summer evening I dressed in a pair of red flimsy running shorts, the kind that had...
Well... I gave in... I was back on the road again for work. It had been a few months since I ran into Kevin when we were not back at our normal work place. Since our last interaction I and my girlfriend had broken up and I had not been laid for over a month. I was at the same hotel I normally stayed at and I was getting a drink with the guys like normal. T...
Please get back to me with your comments or score. I'm not sure if I'm improving so feedback would be great. Hope you enjoy this effort. ***** After the excitement of the subway I finally made my way to the flat I was renting for the next three months. I had hoped for a longer let but property was hard to come by and I was lucky to get this room in a three...
Disclaimer: This story is fictional. The characters are entirely fictitious and are not based on anyone who has or is still living. Any resemblances to any person or persons who are alive or dead are completely coincidental. All characters depicted in this story are above 18 years of age. The following contains some explicit scenes of male/male sex and a...
It was Friday at 3:30 when Brad, Tim and I met in a parking lot on the way out of town. Brad drove a Denali, so we all agreed he would drive to the cabin. It was a fairly short drive, only 50 minutes or so, but more than enough time for Tim to make me a nasty bitch in the backseat. As soon as we loaded the truck and got in the back seat, Tim ordered me to s...
My friend Marcus and I entered the building and caught the elevator to the basement floor, and when the doors opened we looked at each other warily. The hallway was extremely dim from what we could see, and for a moment I considered letting him go in by himself. "Are you sure this is the right place?" I asked. "Of course. 69 Appleton Street. Apartment B-5,...
The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. As the two tormentors stood at the...
Dear Readers, It's been a really long time since I posted and I promised that I would put pen to paper, so to speak, before the end of this year, This may not get posted until after the new year, but the sentiment is still there. It's time for me to start to keep my promises... especially those that I've made to myself. Thank you for all of your comments an...
My lean, athletic frame reflected in the mirror and I admired the smooth, muscled physique. Running my hands over the skin, I flexed to feel the twitching under my touch. I always enjoyed my body...it was a tool...a toy...that gave me sexual pleasure and satisfaction. But more importantly, I was thinking about Eric and how he would kneel at my feet, sucking...
Coming home from work a few days later, Scott drove into his driveway. He saw Coop's car parked behind Rusty's and knew he was here. Coop's got a nice Mustang, he thought to himself. Scott walked into the house and then to his bedroom. He assumed Coop and Rusty were in Rusty's bedroom, however it was empty. They must be out back, he thought. Scott stripped h...