Happy Hour So my friend Freddy and I were seated at the bar inside 'Swinging Dick's Saloon' and this gorgeous hunk-of-a-man approaches us and blurts out, "Which of you queen's wants to blow me?" I am taken aback by his brash crudeness but Freddy instantly becomes all giggles, raises a limp-wrist and squeals, "I do -- I do -- I do...." Good God, what a fla...
[For an earlier story in the NYPD vice detective Mike Kavanagh series, see "Inevitable Case."] Mike Kavanagh stood at the French balcony window of his "seen better times" hotel on Canal Street, looking at the festival parade units forming below him, and then beyond to the western edge of the French Quarter. He was lucky to have found a residence hotel this...
I always preferred the company of boys and never liked to play with girls, even as a child. I have two older brothers and everything in my home was all about three boys. It was a life of sports and typical guy stuff like hunting and fishing, climbing trees, and the things that make a macho father's chest swell with pride. I never really thought much about it...
I lay there trying to gather my wits about me. I could not recall ever cumming that hard. A hot cock pounding my prostate as my balls released. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. As my head cleared, I realized Markus was lingering about somewhere. I peeked into the hall and he was not in sight, so I picked up my clothes and put them back on. Next,...
A week after Labor Day I went to the university to register for fall classes. The hall where registration took place was crowded and noisy with students running around asking silly questions; not knowing where they should be. It was pure chaos. In other words, everything was normal. It took me three hours but I managed to get the classes I wanted. Before...
(This story is a spin-off of "Bobby and the Cop" and "Bobby and the Jock". You don't have to read those stories first, but I recommended it.) I stared up at the blue sky and watched the white cumulus clouds slowly drift by. It was eerily silent. Suddenly whistles and voices shouting assaulted my ears. The growing white noise of a crowd hissed in the backg...
"James, please pick your jacket up off the floor and put it in your bedroom, that's a good boy." The quiet words, spoken as much to not provoke an argument as to convey a request, came from my foster father, Randy Simmons, as he took a few careful steps over my prone body lying in front of the television watching cartoons. I had arrived home from school two...
II: Cowboys and Tuxedos. Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 1998. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as Animal360). Any duplication, in wh...
This is related to Lightning In A Bottle. You do not need to read "LIAB" to understand "John Opens The Bottle," but you may want to. By way of background, you will see that John was not honest with Mace when they met. Mace was not John's first boy. In fact, Mace was not John's first love. This is the "LIAB" story from John's perspective, in truncated form....
CHAPTER ONE Cason looked out on the sea of dancing people. He could see several people he knew from the scene and a lot of newbies out in the crowd. Strokes wasn't really a fetish bar; it was more of a place for like-minded people to gather and hang out. Still, there was plenty of eye candy, bare skin held in harnesses, mesh shirts, and better yet, nothing...