This story is loosely based on real events in 1977. Loosely, because it was a long time ago and I can't remember it as well as I'd like to. Of course it was long before HIV, and we didn't use condoms. I came out as gay in my late twenties while at university in Townsville, North Queensland in 1974. It was still a scary time to be gay because male-male sex w...
It's not because I am under-endowed or anything. I can hold my own in that department, of which, back then, I got plenty of practice. But I hated showering after rugby. It may have been my conservative upbringing. I never even saw my older brother naked, despite sharing a bedroom with him. We were taught to wear undies at all times, even under our pyjamas as...
Admonishing silence, Cal held his big hand over my mouth as his bent elbow kept my knee raised and trapped. Impaled on my man's 10 inch piece, flat on my back, both legs up and spread. Toes curled. His other hand sexily prodded my assring at the point of that big dick's entry. His favorite way of getting off, he had told me. Locking to my eyes, feeling his...
After I finished my studies at college, I was sick and tired of studying and decided that I wanted to take a break from everything before starting grad school. So I decided to travel the Trans-Siberian railway across the largest country on earth, Russia. My friends and family thought I was crazy, traveling across a country to which I have never been before a...
It is easier if I just tell it how it happened, I was 20 and hitch hiking home from visiting my girl friend. I was getting desperate for a lift when a large jaguar pulled up, as I opened the door I was facing a guy in his mid 40's who was smartly dressed, when I told him where I was headed he told me to hop in as he passed close to where I wanted. I knew fro...
At the Pentagon, the Secretary of the Navy, Alan Freeman, sat in his office with a file on his desk. It had been sitting there for two weeks, needing his attention. Normally, such a file would never cross his desk. Don't ask, don't tell could and would be handled on the local level. A base commander, ship's captains, anyone but Admiral Alan Freeman; and yet,...
For years my family has had a summer home in the woods of the upper peninsula of Michigan. Not too far away from the cabin runs the North Country Trail (NCT). In fact the trail almost touches the back corner of the property about ¼ of a mile from the cabin. For those of you not familiar with the North Country Trail (NCT), it is the longest hiking trail in t...
Chapter 10 - Post-Fuck Etiquette I have three simple rules: 1. Do not fuck people you know. 2. Do not bring home your hook-ups. 3. Do not spend the night. These rules have seen me through my first year of college, through countless hook-ups. I've avoided all kinds of drama and headache. I don't have the patience or the desire to deal with boyfriend...
My escape that year was to Germany, my furthest one yet. Every summer since I graduated from high school, I've gone somewhere for the summer, if only for a few days. However, this was my first time out of the country - EVER. The previous summers, I had gone places in my car; I went to Colorado, California, even Vegas once. I would drive into town and find th...
We all know someone or have heard of someone who has an addiction. Addictions are dangerous, both for the people who are addicted and those who care about them. But what happens when someone's addiction is their only source of joy and it harms no one? Can it really be considered an addiction? By nature, addictions are harmful. Or are they? Can certain addict...