My heart is racing as I drive to Rick's place for our early morning rendezvous. Images of our past meetings stream through my mind. I can almost feel his body against mine. I park in front of his place and check for traffic before I get out of the car. It is 6:15 AM. I walk to his door and try the handle. The door is open, just as he promised. I lock the d...
Chapter 1: Chris Pond Chris entered New York City for the first time. The silver train rattled like a broken wheeled shopping cart into Penn Station. This is like Disney World but real! The unforeseen dungeon pressure squeezed his skull and neck as he powered through the submarine texture: rows of iron bolts up high. Now craving the Big Apple's sun, he mov...
I had been working in The Hague for about three months and in my rented flat for about two on Laan van Meedervoot, working in the Polder Polder area of Ryswick. Still coming to terms with Dutch names. However; I had found a nice restaurant in the next block where the Dutch couple who ran it sort of, adopted me, and gave me guidance in Dutch. Food was excelle...
Another true story from my days of homelessness. As with all of these stories, I'm using the street names of the people involved, to protect their identities. *** It wasn't long after I started staying at the city shelter that I met Honcho, a thirtyish Latino fresh out of prison. He was tall and built like a brick wall, with a boyish face and kind eyes. I...
The grand finale of this two jock cock sucking session was taking turns sucking my cock and licking my balls! Luke jockeyed himself around and placed his very fuckable butt over my face and bent over to take my cock back into his mouth and eventually his throat while Cory did ball licking duty. Once Luke figured his hole was wet enough he moved toward my cr...
Everyone called him John, but his real name was Juan. It reminded me of how the Pittsburg Pirates called baseball great Roberto Clemente "Bobbie" instead of Roberto to make him more palatable to white fans. The only difference is that Juan wanted everyone to call him John instead of Juan to make himself less Latin. He wasn't black like Clemente, but had the...
Ted's parents still didn't know that he had dropped out of college. They had really high expectations for him: getting a job, paying his own rent...it was just too hard and three more years of school wasn't what he wanted. So Ted decided to lay low for a while and live off of the left over tuition money they'd given him the previous semester while he worked...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a short, light piece I dashed off based on something that really happened to me. Real life, alas, didn't go nearly as far as this story. KN I never get a haircut until I absolutely have to. I don't like waiting, or making small talk with some blonde with teased hair who's only being nice...
"Next up, is a pike plank! Everyone move to the front of your carriage, like Erik over there! And we're here for 60 seconds!" Shouted Allan, as he threw a wink in my direction. I could feel my abs burn with each contraction of the machine and my abs. I could smell the sweat puddling on the hard, black top of the reformer machine. And the puddle only grew as...
Foreword After reading a few stories placed in the Roman Empire I decided to write a few myself. These stories won't show Rome like the kind you saw in old Hollywood movies, I intend to show the Rome the way Romans saw it. Language will be modernized. I won't use their own words and syntax, but instead modern language to express their thoughts. Somewhat li...