It was the third day of a new school year at Fort Lewis College. As I went to the Reed library, where I was talking to Marj Gomez the library administrative assistant on whats new. Afterwards I went to the restroom. On the stall wall of the restroom was some graffiti and one that read, "A happy camper is a guy who has a cock up his ass and a smile on his f...
Author's Notes: After shopping this story around a bit I couldn't find the right editor for it so it is presented "as is". If it sucks, feel free to say so but try to be helpful with your comments if possible! This is my first story written from a male perspective (Julie and Dom started out as one, and there's a sentence I missed in there that proves it!)....
My name is Samantha. I wake up in the morning feeling very excited, today is my Birthday and I have very special plans for celebration. I step out of bed and take a look in the mirror, my dark brown hair gone frizzy from yesterday’s antics. I can still feel that guy’s hand gripping a big handful of my hair as he railed me. I giggle musically to myself at the...
My name is Ashley. I just turned 30. This is my story of my life from age 28. I first met Steven in a gay bathhouse. I was exploring my bisexual side and had recently lost my anal virginity (painfully!) and given my first few blowjobs. I had started with giving simple hand jobs to other guys and eventually progressed in man to man experience. I soon found o...
Dear Thomas, Please do not be mistaken by this letter. It is not a fantasy or a proposal or even a love letter. I didn't put it under the whip to be cruel or ironic. I just knew it was the one place you would be sure to find it. And by now, you must know that this is a letter ending our time together. How do you write a goodbye letter to someone like you?...
Your name is Josh Brown. You are 18 years old and is to become a freshman two weeks later. You’re having dinner with your parents when you start to feel something unfamiliar, but soon you realize what it is so you quickly apologize to your parents, drop your fork and rush outside. As soon as you find a tree to hide behind its trunk, you vanish into the air....
(Note to the reader: This is a revised and augmented version of the original story.) This story contains descriptions of unprotected sexual activity. Such behavior in real life exposes the participants to the utmost risk. This fictional account, meant purely as fantasy, is in no way intended to promote it. As Travis walked along a busy street that morning...
"Please, Nick," I say, and I sound pitiful, even to myself. But I don't care. I've waited too long for this. I need this. I need him. He's still staring at me, and I can see the torture in his face. I wish he would say something. Anything. The silence is becoming unbearable. Finally, he moves. Keeping his eyes on mine, he strips off his black T-shirt an...
WARNING: This story contains words that may be offensive to some readers. As they are not the author's point of view, such words were used liberally in basic training, especially back in the seventies. And I assure you, oh savvy reader, the story is fictional. All characters are over 18. This is basic military training of a very different kind. "How's the...
The tanker "Chelsea Bridge" was steaming westwards across the Atlantic, bound for Bayonne, New Jersey, with a cargo of domestic heating oil from North Africa. James Tully, the third engineer, had finished standing his watch in the engine room at midnight, and was dying for a drink. He showered, put on a little pair of blue shorts and a pair of flip-flops, an...