NOTE -- I've written several stories and have received many generous comments; also many kind letters. I want to thank each of my loyal readers and welcome newcomers. My only reason for writing stories is to bring enjoyment to the reader. It gives me great pleasure to think of you masturbating to them. * My maternal grandfather died at the ripe old age of...
Chapter 1- With the house to themselves, Carter makes his move DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. All characters involved are eighteen years of age or older. This series will include sex between brothers. Do not continue reading if you do not approve of incestuous relationships. Again, this work is fiction. It's bad how much I wanted him; how I...
In my younger, wilder days, I'd meet guys at the local ABS. Well, by "meet", I mean I blew them through the glory holes. I didn't want them in my booth or to go anywhere with them for personal safety reasons...I didn't want to get my ass kicked or worse. I'd go infrequently during the week...maybe once or twice, suck a dick, then head home. On the weekend,...
This was my fourth visit to Ray's apartment off-campus. I was determined to ask him to masturbate with me. Every week a few of us guys would get together for pizza at a local place. Ray was the alpha-male macho of our group—he lived off campus and, according to him, had a line of girlfriends outside his door just waiting to enjoy his oversized cock. It was m...
I had been out for my best friend's 40th birthday. Yes, we got smashed! I knew this was going to happen so I took a cab home, I entered my apartment, stripped and fell into bed. Jerry had been my best friend since we were in our 20's. We had tried dating but it just didn't work, so be became friends and our relationship grew over the years. We'd seen each ot...
I left the bar early in the morning, staggering slightly as my head swam. I kept walking, trying to erase the image of Max below me, naked, his hard rod in my throat and his cum in my mouth. I tried to forget the taste of him, the electricity of his touch. I couldn't go back to the apartment now. I couldn't face him. I had a moment of weakness and had succum...
I was both empowered and turned on by his words, "cocksucker" all I could think of on my train ride home. "Cocksucker," it just made me smile. It also made my dick scream for attention. As soon as I got home I went directly to my bedroom, shucked my clothes and grabbed my hard dick and blew a load so quickly I couldn't catch my breath to scream. I just g...
A Venetian Love Story Francesco and Leonardo were twins. They were born in 1940, in Venice, in a small, decaying palazzo on one of those canals which seem to have wandered in from somewhere else and got stuck trying to find their way out. Their family was ancient and, indeed, on their mother's side, included at least one of the doges who sleep below the wat...
Paulie called me from his bedroom. I had been laying in bed reading the novel Team of Ghostmen, and was a little upset that my reading was interrupted. I was about twenty pages before the end of the book, and had wanted to finish reading before it got too late. Paulie's bedroom door was cracked open—and although he had called me from across the house, I knoc...
I was 23, fresh out of college and a great job opportunity opened up for me across the country in Seattle. It was sure going to be a big change from down in South Carolina, but I was ready. I packed my bags, loaded the car my parents bought for me as a graduation/new job gift and promised to pay insurance and payment for me as long as I was working. Le...