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It Slipped My Mind

by KeithD on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

"Hello, Joey. My name is Doctor Westcott. Please come on in and have a seat over here." I feel a little self-conscious. I've had my fielding and batting tryout for the minor league team—and I didn't know it would just be me, with Coach Rosner putting me through my paces—and I've showered and come and sat in this corridor with just a towel around me, waiting...

Gittin' It All

by KeithD on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

"You sure he's on board with it? I mean other than you haven't told him." "Yes, Mr. Gillespie, we won't be popping any male cherries or working on tight holes here. I've had him several times and now he's beggin' for it. And he's been on a train with some of the football players. Just one more step into what we do—and I've already heard him being curious ab...

The Mural

by KeithD on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

It arrested my attention as soon as I walked into the room. Bigger than life it was. A mural of four hunky American Indian warriors, three standing on a prairie and the fourth astride one of three saddleless pinto ponies. All of them were decked out in war point, wearing just loincloths and animal-skin boots and with beaded necklaces fashioned like chest arm...

Four Friends

by KeithD on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"No, I think you should go ahead, take the trip, and do the article on your great-grandfather's winery, Edward. It will probably do you good to get out of New York for a few days." Dr. Peterson and Edward Cordona had finished with the consultation and had risen from their seats to go to the door of Peterson's consulting room. "But the hallucinations—what i...

Role Playing into Reality

by KeithD on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I sat in a table as close to the shadows of the bar as I could and turned the business card over and over in my hands. What the fuck did I have to do with a lawyer named James Gleason? Or, rather, what did he have to do with me? Sitting in the shadows in this sort of bar proved not to be a good idea. Before Gleason showed up, I had to turn away—politely, I...

Made to Fit

by KeithD on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"He's coming around. Do we have that feeding injection ready?" "Yes, we have it right here. And the expunge tube too. It's too bad that we couldn't get the feeding and defecation refinement perfected for this one, though. Sheath4 is a magnificent specimen. Wherever did you find him, Dr. Wilson?" "You can thank Jack for that. He's a sports buff. Saw this on...

Naked, Not Nude

by KeithD on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

About the time the top-down convertible stopped just down the road, waiting for him to catch up, Brady realized who it was. He should have been faster on the uptake, he thought. Who, other than the guy living five houses down from his parent's house in Titusville, Florida, owned a restored, cherry-red 1967 Impala SS convertible? Of course, what could he do o...

Pumpkin Patch Snatch

by KeithD on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I didn't know if it was the unseasonal heat or the heavy work we'd done that day or Jake's scary stories or Miguel's empty bed that kept me awake in the dormitory that night, but I had nervous energy to spare. I would doze, but I'd wake up with a start and look over at Miguel's bed, the emptiness of it now explained, and then I'd check all of the other beds...

Swift Sword of Justice

by KeithD on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Judge Thomas Oakley slowed the car as he crossed Martin Luther Key Street on St. Catherine where it turned into Jefferson. He often slowed down here, in passing the King's Tavern Lounge—although he'd never gotten up the gumption to go in there. It was too close to home and he was too well known. When he wanted that scene, he didn't go anywhere here in Natche...

Uh-Oh

by KeithD on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Scott thought it was the whining that was getting to him—it certainly wasn't Chip's body. He leaned over that and ran his fingers along the rise of the little blond's butt cheek. Chip raised his buttocks in response, fully expecting Scott's fingers to move into the crevice. Regardless of what Chip was preparing for, his attention was elsewhere. He was rattl...