A 13th Century Tale from the Middle Ages. The story is about a man named Delbert, a woodsman by trade who lived on the edge of the forest in a humble cottage. At the age of 35 he still was not married and had no intentions of ever doing so valuing his independence and freedom. Delbert was a man's man, a loner who was happy cutting wood in the forest which...
"What the...?" I came to, naked and tied to a chair, blindfolded. What had happened? I remember walking into my apartment and closing the door, and then...nothing until now. I could hear movement around me, one...no two people at least. Before I could say anything else a knife was pressed to my throat. "Where is the money?" "Wh...what money?" "Don't fuc...
How much I love the smell of Ivory Soap mixed with the musky scent of my dad. Takes the white bar from my dad's outstretched hand, grasp it tightly, so afraid of dropping it, making him think that I'm trying to be some sort of shower stall cliche'. Problem is, this is exactly what's going through my mind. I want him, wish he would ravage me, take me in his...
In front of us stretched nothing but road and nature. Forever. Sometimes forest passed us by, sometimes cliffsides with nets protecting the road from landslides, sometimes even huge lakes in the distance. Other cars became less and less and less common. This would be scary, this idea would be idiotic, if circumstances were different. I had resisted the urg...
I was 24 years old when I got out of the military and enrolled in college back in the mid 1970s. As a married man with one child, I felt I needed to get my education to get ahead in the world. After a couple of weeks on the campus of a large southwestern university, I discovered something that would change my behavior for the next four years . . . glory hole...
After Richard left the bar I went back to work. It wasn't easy. I was trembling with fear and resentment; my mind consumed with figuring out my options. It was clear to me that I'd been set up; the wine, the grass, and of course, the mirrors. The mirrors had to be two-way glass with cameras behind them. I remembered kneeling before a mirror, staring at mysel...
The days passed so slowly without Ronnie. I had no interest in my work, all I wanted was to be beside my lover. I had fallen for him, big time. He also told me he had fallen in love with me. God, that made me feel so warm and cosy. We met up, at weekends, sometimes my place, sometimes his. Making love was so exquisite. I had never made love like that with a...
"Hey," I said, walking into his house. "Hey," he said back. We both walked into his living room and turned on the video game console. "We're playing COD4, right?" I asked. "Of course." He replied. We played for a few minutes, and then the doorbell rang. "Who's that?" I asked. "Jesse." Mike ran down the stairs and let Jesse in through the door. Jesse a...
I was a married college student, in my mid-twenties, back in the 1970s. My first semester in school I was exploring the campus and was on the second floor of the Student Union. The entire second floor was virtually deserted as I wandered the halls. I had the urge to pee and found a men's room tucked away down a short, dead-end hallway. I went inside and st...
Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings – right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into electr...