Tonight was one of those nights that in the past few months Second Lieutenant Theodore Stevenson had come to describe as quiet: although when was it ever truly quiet on the Western Front? He could still hear the spasmodic rat-a-tat of distant machine gun fire; the occasional whoosh of a sniper's bullet; and the muffled screams of agony and despair from a lon...
The following is true. It all happened. The timeline is a little scrunched but it all happened. The first time I went to an "Adult Bookstore" was right after I turned 21. It wasn't that I was waiting or there was an age limitation (that I know about), it's just that I live in Oklahoma and there aren't any, uh, GOOD bookstores here. I'd read about them and g...
Steve pulled me by my cock and I followed him like an obedient puppy. "I told you I'd see a lot of you slut. Now it's time for me to explore every nook and cranny of you as we prepare you for Master S," Steve said with a notable mirth to his words "I think you'll like that... well some of it anyway." It had been more than a few minutes since my last indul...
Maurice was lost, when he woke up the next day in the motel room. He held the rumpled and used blankets up to his nose and inhaled deeply. There was a slight scent hidden beneath the smell of sex and sweat, but he didn't know if it was the smell of Mario. Maurice knew what he wanted, what he desired ever since he saw a picture of the bronze Italian God on...
The next day I made it to work. It had been a great weekend of sex, and I knew that would be continuing. There weren't a lot of hot guys at work, but there were a few I was interested in. For the first time, I let myself look at them with the idea I could actually get them in bed. It changed my whole perspective. I had a great day, fantasies running through...
It was a steamy, smoke-filled night at Hernando's, and I and the other two guys had been dancing to the music on the small stage for twenty minutes. I was already down to the ten-gallon hat, the pinto pony vest, the cowboy boots, and the low-slung belt and six-gun holsters with the even lower slung eight-inch gun swinging in between and nothing else on when...
Rick could hear the rich tones of Jason Jenkins' speech to his volunteers in the bull pen down the hall over the nearer-to-hand grunts of Herald Hastings. The young college student's belly was pressed into the Xerox machine flap in the copy machine at campaign headquarters, and the candidate's chief of staff was crouched over his rump, hands grasping his hip...
It was the 1980s. I had just turned 18 a few days prior and I was waiting outside a friend's work for him to punch out. There was a sex book shop a few doors down from his restaurant that I'd seen before. We'd joked about it, but I never really gave it much thought. I had about an hour to kill, so I said what the hell and went inside. My plan was to browse...
Growing up in a small town in the northern Midwest, I had not experienced a lot of gay sexual action. I was actually not gay, but had always been curious about what it would be like to be with another man and suck his cock. When I was 18 in high school I had an oral sex session with one of my friends from the drama club (I know what you're thinking...but,...
In my final year as an undergraduate I had the great fortune to be able to study abroad on full scholarship in the country of my choice. My lack of ability to speak a foreign language just about narrowed my choices down to a handful of English speaking nations. I finally chose to go to school in London, which was a decision that I happily made since London h...