"You're doing it again." Terry sits back against the wall and ignores my glare, or at least pretends to. Our table is in the corner of the bar and his stool is wedged into the corner so he'll have a place to lean when he passes out, which he always does. He takes a sip of his drink and pretends not to look at me. "I'm fine." "Tell that to your palm."...
Hey everyone! I'm back with the second last episode of the series! Ok, Ok! I know some of you want to throw tomatoes and rotten eggs at me for taking this long and for coming up with a small episode but all I can do for now is apologize. Anyway, let's continue with the story for now. And yeah, keep the mails flowing! * Episode 6 Pebbles and gravel crun...
Chapter 9: Mystery Solved I felt around my asshole, which was burning and leaking from some guys cum leaking from it. I felt really embarrassed to even be thinking like this, but I felt somewhat turned on by this. I don't know where these feelings were coming from, when I was suppose to be feeling angry and upset. I got up and went to the bathroom and cle...
The blazing sun was relentless even though it wasn't quite noon, and as Curt Randall took off his cap to wipe the sweat off of his brow it was like he could hear the rays sizzling on his damp crew cut. Without the cap his skull would be as deeply reddish brown as much of his upper torso was. The shirt he was wearing, or rather the tattered remains of what o...
I hadn't made up my mind whether I wanted to fuck or be fucked that night, so I lost out altogether—or so it seemed at the time. There hadn't been much pickings in Bill's, a hole-in-the wall gay pick-up bar tucked away in an alley off Maunganui Road in the Mount Maunganui district leading up from the cruise ship wharf to Mount Maunganui. When I'd first stum...
So he stood, in the din of city noise, leaning against the wet brick wall papered with his small sweaty body as the world and his thoughts and his head went spinning round and round and he wanted the roller coaster to stop. For he was in imminent danger of falling off. And falling off meant he would have to be somewhere. And somewhere was a place. If somewhe...
It was time to pack my things and leave the dorm room that I called home for my freshman year at Hobart, having done very well in the classroom and more surprisingly having survived sharing the cramped quarters with a roommate who was the exact opposite of me in many ways. It had been a shaky start for us, with him always suspecting that I was gay from the...
Karl pulled himself up to a sitting position against the headboard of the bed, pulled the used condom off his cock, tossed it in the vicinity of the wastebasket, and reached for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. Lighting up and blowing smoke at the ceiling, he watched as the rent boy came out of the bathroom and padded, unselfconsciously around the s...
Flyboys Pete swung into the gym with a big grin on his face. "Fleet's in and I've already talked with Javier. His ship will be in early, on Thursday. Says he can get a three-day shore pass. Time for a special weekend." "I'm game," Todd answered, but he was looking up at the man spotting him on the bench press and asked, "How about you, Dan?" "Every weeken...
After practice for that night's performance and a shower, with Trent walking somewhat gingerly after his fantasy night at the Brazilian's command—the walk a bit wavering even though the ship was now steadily docked at the Nassau cruise line pier—Trent found himself gravitating back to the Schooner Bar for the prenoon jazz set of Dean and Buzz. By all rights...