PAYBACK FOR DAD Ancient Cures for Modern Problems PART ONE Tim's mouth dropped open. A ghost! A man in white chino pants and a new red Hecadock Junior College sweatshirt yelled instructions to students on the tennis court. He was about forty, six-foot-two, powerful build, blond hair, crewcut. Dad! It's Dad! Where in hell did he-- Tim shut his mouth. Get...
Since the day of the rape in my own house, outraged and bum-fucked by a trio of bitter students, my world had turned upside-down. My whole mind-set. Everything I knew about fucking and love. All I knew about anything had changed. Even worse, even more titanic, I made the world's worst mistake--while gang-raped, I thought I recognized my own son Aaron, a co...
Nothing is what it seems Dedicated to tampabayed * "Sorry, Eddie. That's just the way it is. Buck up, you'll get over it." He smiled like a poker player, no humor. "You'll find another cock to suck." "Chucky! Don't leave me!" When Ed heard the restroom door close behind his ex-lover, he pulled the stall door shut, put his head down on his knees, and c...
Back home I enjoyed a wonderful reunion with my wife and son. Running from the plane into their arms. Tears of joy, of relief, of a nightmare finally over. As I hugged Angela and Bobby, awash in waves of love and rejoicing, still a tiny thought itched in the back of my mind: Now I'm out of those bastards' power--but did they break me completely? Will I be...
If I'd known the weeks would become months--and how they would end, I would've killed myself. Or at least that's the way I thought in those days. A botanical research trip to the jungles of Colombia was planned as a two-week summer jaunt, something to write papers about, post pictures on the university's website. I spoke Spanish, I'd lived in Mexico, I had...
I was horny. No doubt about it. The day started with a look at a surveyor outside my apartment--working his transit out in the street. He was a big, muscular guy who looked like he'd stretch me happy around his big cock. Any man with broad shoulders like those and pecs that bulged his t-shirt had to be hung. Fuck, what a body. Perfect. My apartment was clo...
And his wife and son I breathed on my new chromed nametag and polished it on my sleeve. I had been promoted: Sergeant Lincoln Lovel. I attached it to my blue uniform shirt, checked myself out one more time in the mirror, and walked outside to the police car in my driveway. Life is good. My utility belt gleamed, newly polished; my buttons all glittered; even...
First Sergeant succumbs to horny corporal [A true story as told to me by a contributor. Names, places, etc. have been changed] Dedicated to LUCMAN85 The Wager At Ford Ord, California, in 1989 (five years before they closed "the most beautiful Army fort in the USA"), I sat in a Jeep drinking coffee from a Thermos with a gay soldier, one Private O'Connell....
In the quest for my son, I discover connections everywhere I suppose I couldn't have been surprised by what happened at home, not really, not the way my luck had been running. After six months of cum-slut training, kidnapped by oversexed guerrillas in Colombia, I came home a dedicated cockhound--to a sexual desert. Nobody to plug my man-craving ass. Back...
Special Forces Captain learns love in prison; so does wife They say it just take one fuck-up to ruin a perfect score, and I kept hearing that in the back of my mind as I ran over the sand dunes, damning myself for getting separated from my team! Bullets hitting around me, spitting up little yellow geysers of sand, and behind me the chunk-a sound of AK-47s l...