What follows is the completely true story of the weekend that changed my life. This really happened to me and took place in the summer of 2008 just after graduating from high school. My name is Andrew and I was a major stoner in school. I had a lot of friends, mostly due to the fact I always had really great weed that I would get from my rich old neighbor...
I had retired from the Army just over a year ago after having served 25 years as an MP. While I still wore a buzz cut although what was left of my hair was now salt and pepper gray. I was in my mid-forties and still in pretty good shape at six foot six and 240 pounds. I had just finished a five mile run and was sipping coffee from a thermos at one of the pi...
It was around midnight on a Thursday night, and Graham Ainsley was sleeping soundly when suddenly he was startled awake by his bedroom door opening and a light turning on. He looked up to see the prefect, Reed Burgess, dragging his roommate Aidan by the arm. Aidan appeared to have been crying. Reed pushed him roughly towards the bed, giving him a scornful lo...
Two days after Daniel had come over, I was working at the shop when Max came in. There weren't that many people in the shop and I had another employee by the front window setting up some boards. Max walked up to the counter where I said, "Afternoon, Max." "Afternoon to you too, Dick," he replied. He wore black skinny jeans with a white sleeveless shirt. The...
A special thanks to one of my favorite authors, nomoretears00, who was kind enough to let me know about story length. With the info she provided, these chapters should be longer than my first attempt. If you haven't read her series "The Harvest" I recommend taking the time to do so. It's amazing. All characters in this story are a figment of my imagination....
Bathhouses are places with thousands of years of history, yet are extremely easy not to notice, unless someone is looking. That such places have existed is common enough knowledge, whether awareness of Roman decadence or when reading about certain Middle Eastern baths intended for men only. When there is a place where naked men can enjoy having anonymous sex...
New Beginnings, Trace I hadn't seen Ben in a couple of weeks but had called and texted. His gym was going through a major remodeling and was quite busy. I was still having trouble meeting my across the hall hot neighbor. I knocked often but she seemed to be out of town. Sooo, needless to say I was getting quite horny. Hand jobs are like Chinese food. I w...
Chapter 04: The Cottage In the earliest hours of the following day, the coach thundered past the cottage where Nanny Grey and her husband lived in retirement. Nanny Grey all but raised Lord Downcliff in a manse not many miles away. She loved him better than anyone. She pampered Gordy as did everyone and scolded him as no one dared. She took pride in his acc...
I must have drifted off... I woke up with a start as I felt a swat across my ass. I am not sure how much time had passed. 20 minutes? 2 hours? Who knows. Dom Tom had come back into the bedroom though, and wanted me awake. And apparently had rolled me over onto my stomach. My hands and legs were untied. I must have been sleeping deep. "Who gave you permissio...
****This is a story with a plot line. If you are looking for something to get your rocks off, this is not for you. This is also a m/m story. Again if this is not your cup of tea, the leave. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck". I was trying my best not to have a heart attack as I paced the room at a speed which didn't help in calming my already racing heart beat. Th...