The irony still lingers. I was aboard a lemon yellow 707, one of the famous "jelly bean fleet" launched by Braniff Airlines in the 1960s, or more precisely, dreamed up by one the reigning ad agencies of the era, to give their client an edge in aero-hipness. The fleet was so named for the colors Braniff adopted, a palette including lime green, orange, and p...
Kelly lay back against the couch, weak with laughter as he watched Jason's victory dance around the room, accompanied by fist pumps and a tipsy version of "We Are The Champions." Even three sheets to the wind, Jason's voice still caused goosebumps to rise along Kelly's arms, and he shivered as the last rich notes died out. "Geaux Saints!" Jason crowed, jus...
Big Cock Revised - Encounters AUTHOR'S NOTE: I published this story on Nifty.org ages ago. I have revised it with more mature eyes. The word "daddy" and "boy" refer to role-play only. Both characters are well over eighteen. This is purely a work of fiction. Please send comments and constructive criticism. Big Cock Revised By siktici Copyright 2017 "...
"I'll go with him." "Of course you will," the Lazy S foreman said, turning and giving me a leer and a snicker. I thought that was a bit mean because Sam wasn't getting anything the foreman hadn't gotten before him. Who was he to be showing judgmental? The foreman told Sam that someone needed to go up to the Culbertson farm up the valley half way to the top...
Alex kisses Benny's forehead and puts his arm around me. I feel a sense of love and pride when we are linked together like this. It's saying to the world this is my family. "Hey, Benny Boo!" Alex whispers. The nickname gets him a giggle from our little munchkin. "Why don't we introduce you to your horse?" He giggles again. Alex walks us as we are over to...
Introduction: This is a slow build love story between two men in modern times. The story touches on the difficulties of expressing such love in some cultures. In this case, the culture is that of ranchers and cowboys in the high desert country of central Oregon, USA. Such places are on the rough edges of the change in understanding of normal human sexuality....
Being Gay and twenty-one years old in 1962 is not always easy... Of course, the Fortune Teller lied. Down a Walton Street edged with stalls, sideshows and gaudily beckoning caravans, strolling the chill illuminated darkness where it erupts into the fairground. The smoky spun-sugar aroma of candy-floss, hot dogs that drip with ketchup-blood, brittle golden c...
My 49th birthday landed on a Tuesday and being a week night, the celebration was fun, somewhat low key as both my wife and I and our friends all had jobs to wake up for the next morning. Instead, I'd saved my BIG plans for the weekend when my buddy Mark and I planned to hang out, watch some football and drink some beer. At least that was the official story f...
The Utah ranch, although one of the richest ones in the territory, wasn't a bed of roses for Billy. Mostly it was the boredom that got him. Bryan was nice to him and kept him in the main ranch house. If he'd sent Billy to the bunkhouse, he knew Billy would be fucked silly and would be no use to him. That meant that Billy was only fucked three times a week,...
Three of us had just finished working on a very important presentation at the agency and after we finally snared the client's account, our boss rewarded us by giving us an all-expenses paid week at a fancy Wyoming dude ranch. Even though I ride, I'm pretty much of a city slicker and this was my first time out at a ranch. My colleagues were a couple who were...