Kam left Taylor out tied to the tree. He got a cup of coffee and sat watching the defeated jock. Taylor finally stirred and looked morose, barely lifting his head except a few longing glances to the cabin. Taylor's shoulders were slumped. Kam watched from a vantage point that prevented Taylor from seeing Kam's observation. Kam kept an eye out through a long...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While each chapter is a story in its own right, you will probably enjoy them more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-4 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** Chris paced antsily back and forth, eyeing the windows...
[pre-story]So, this happened. Mostly, I just wanted to try writing something new, something I hadn't tried before, and I've had a lot of requests for gay stuff. Personally, I consider myself like, a 1 or a 2 on the Kinsey scale, but I've never felt particularly inspired to write about male-on-male stuff, and, obviously, the market leans toward straight stuff...
I went to a traditional grammar school and the following event(s) occurred during our final term (i.e. all of us had just turned 18 and our hormones and bodies were finding new exepriences). I enjoyed a place in the first rugby team; I played hooker, being small, and used to swing off the shoulders of the two props – if I didn't get the ball I made sure I go...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * I was lead into a room where I saw him - on all fours, panting, collared, chastised, and a dumb smile across his face. I bent over, and ruffled my hand through his hair as he pressed against my hand, eyes closed, panting increasing. "What's his breed?" I asked, examining hi...
There I was on my way to Bob's house, driving my old first truck. Young, dumb and horny, driving the short 2 miles to an old mans house whom I had arranged to introduce me to the world of gay pleasure. His house was a nice little cottage on a big lake, with a very large shed near the mailbox. This shed is where we agreed to meet on this summer night for our...
I've only ever had a handful of regrets. Mine was the type of life many wished for. But it wasn't just because I was lucky. I was careful in my actions. I was proud to say that I was the reason for my success; I was never too rash to do something stupid, never too hesitant to miss the things I wanted. That didn't mean everything always went the way I wanted....
John and I met in high school, he was your typical jock, all the girls wanted him, even some of the guys, but John only had eyes for one person, Jennifer, they were sweethearts from year one. John and I struck up a friendship by necessity. John needed his grades to improve or he would not graduate, John excelled at sports, but not so much in academics. I was...
Leaving the library, I didn't feel that tired even after that intense fuck session. Deciding that I needed some fresh air, I headed to the football stadium. Climbing up the bleachers, I sat down and watched the final ten minutes of band practice. The brass section was so fucking loud that I didn't notice someone sitting behind me until they tapped my should...
It had been a long day out in town, and I was glad to get settled on the late train. The station had been quiet at that time of night and I was looking forward to a couple of hours sleep. I had been shopping and had had a good time with some old mates from college. It always fun having a couple of beers and a laugh, but the trip home was a real nuisance. Tow...