'Fuck YES, cocksucker. Work that fucking mouth on my big dick . . . fucking gag on it you little bitch.' The words rang out through the relative silence of the locker room - silent other than the slurping, gulping noises Sam Callister made as his pouty, teenage lips slid hungrily up and down eight thick inches of rock-hard teen meat. Luke Brady, eighteen-y...
"So, what do we do now?" Gordon and I were both a bit out of breath. It was almost dark and we'd been trotting around the large industrial estate for some time. Gordon had been trying to get his bearings with limited success and with the excuse he'd always been driven into the movie warehouses in Lakeland before and had never paid all that much attention to...
After talking with Ant about the best way to go about finding Mikey and Jackson we decided we would get more done if we split up, and besides I knew I would probably have to retrace my steps back to where I was released from, if we had no luck searching the hotel complex. Agreeing to meet back at my room we both headed out of the door, Ant going left and me...
In the cold grayness of winter, a bathhouse's lures are irresistible. The sliding hands and legs in the whirlpool, the warmth and full contact of the dark room, hits of rush in a porn cabin, the shared sweatiness of the steambath, soaping my hard cock at the public shower while looking at other men, wondering about who will be playing with who, so many poten...
Author's Note: OK, so this one is a fantasy I have had for years. Growing up I didn't really have any friends, but that wasn't always true. I don't feel bad about not having friends as a kid now. I think it makes me better to my current friends. I also think all the time alone contributed to what little writing skill I have. Randy was a friend I had when I w...
I had felt ashamed after my first encounter. I promised myself that I would never be with another man again. It was wrong. Morally… spiritually… and no one expected me to be gay. Least of all myself. I am the oldest. I am the one that is expected to do things in life. To settle down and to raise a family. I need to get a job and be a role model for everyone...
Though I'd brought poppers for a bit of repeat steamroom fun, as is generally true at the baths, intentions and reality rarely intersect perfectly. Or too well, with a stranger sucking my uncovered cock and fingering my ass, legs spread wide, moaning, still concerned about condoms, an intention only given up slowly as he painstakingly turned me on, making my...
Back to the present... The sounds of Whitney Houston wailing filled the air as well as the smells of smoke from the kitchen. Vince was once again attempting to cook dinner for his husbands but to no avail. Vince did know how to make a beautiful table setting. In their Naples style kitchen he arranged a lovely black table cloth with gold trim along with th...
THE INGRAM-LEWIS CHRONICLES – PART 3 PATRICK'S SCHOOL FORTUNES SOAR – BEATING AND SEX GALORE. A Homoerotic Short Story By Jason Land CHAPTER 1 We left Patrick Ingram-Lewis at the end of his penultimate year at Rigby School, where he had been, much to his surprise, elevated to the level of Senior Prefect. He had revelled in his new role; after a timid...
Moving from Cincinnati to San Clemente, CA in the mid 80's I was lucky enough to find a condo for rent right near the beach where the surfers park. Better yet, my condo was just across the sidewalk from one of the hot tubs for the complex. Big one that would easily hold 20 or more people. It was surrounded by shrubs so most couldn't see in but through my kit...