Still going through those letters. Fitz seems to have been one of the only one of Oscar's friends to commit this much detail to paper. Others, notably a chap I'll call Fitz and another called Wood, don't do it as often, while Oscar's cousin Litton, a complete rake, tended to go through so many he couldn't remember many details. But Fitz is down for the blow-...
The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. As the two tormentors stood at the...
We'd met bumping into each other at an adult bookstore. This was a store where not all the magazines were wrapped. I had been looking at a trannie mag and he'd been looking at the same mag and we put them back at the same time. We looked at each other and there was a spark of, what? Recognition? A recognition of similar tastes and desires? Yes, that's what i...
"Are you in there, Badger?" barked Jeff knocking at the allotment shed door. "Hang on just a moment" was the gruff reply. "What you doing in there, sounds like you are out of breath," continued Jeff teasing, knowing very well what the old guy was up to with the young Pete. Or so he thought , but not quite as he discovered when Badger replied - he wasn't ac...
Chapter Three, Education The Prize thought of them as Brutal and Cruel. Once the laudanum wore off and he struggled awake, they came to teach him at all hours in the cell with the heavy lock. Brutal came first. He held a thick belt doubled over on itself. Before the Prize could move, he was struck across the back. "What's your name?" He was struck again and...
I got a part time job on Friday nights in the City and to go to my bus home I could walk through Albert Park. Believe me at 9-30 on a Friday night that place hummed, I could guarantee someone's warm lips over my welcoming cock within minutes of walking in. The lights were always broken so it was totally anonymous. You would just stand there and a hand would...
My arrival at Jeff's home for the first time after the death of his grandfather was a moving moment for us both. Once inside the house we fell into each other's arms and our long kiss led to a flooding of our minds and bodies with emotion. I ran my free hand through his hair while he pressed his groin into mine until the pressure mounted between us and our d...
For what felt like months but I'm sure were weeks I jerked off to the first dick I ever took. How easily it slid into my hole. How complete I felt. How hot his whispers in my ear were as he completely overpowered me and filled me with his young, smooth dick and fertile cum. How casually he left afterwards as if I was nothing but a replacement for his right h...
Meat's probation officer had been amazed that Meat, who had never worked in his 20 years had gotten a job. The cynical Mr. Molinari had been even more startled that Meat had found a position as chauffer and legislative assistant to a Republican congressman! Hugh O'Halloran (R-New Hampshire) had given Mr. Molinari a dazzling smile as he'd sat next to Molina...
"Oui, Oui! Baise-moi! Baise-moi!—Yes, yes, fuck me! Comme ça! Plus profound!—Like that. Deeper." I lay on the plastic sheeting on the hotel room bed, my hands gripping the brass rungs of the headboard overhead, my eyes wide, focused on the suddenly cruel smile on the face of the French businessman sitting next to me on the bed. The ceiling fan in the hot Ni...