Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Okay, how do I tell this story, let me just get to it. I was cleaning my son's room because I was having someone over when I heard him and someone else stumble into the house. I had told Steve, my son, that I was going to a friend's house until late. But our plans changed, and I t...
Note: This is the first of the entries in Jakuv's memoirs My mother chose an unfortunate moment to enter my room. I had not heard her come, indeed I had not expected her to be at home, and even if I had, she rarely came down to this end of the house. However she did. And I what she saw would have been fairly shocking to most people. Sadly Goran's magnifice...
* * * * * * * * * * Farewell To The Mountain Men * * * * * * * * * * Tom Prescott had heard of gay baths—places where men went for quick anonymous sex—but he'd never expected to be wandering through one, naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist. The clerk had said it was unusually crowded, even for a Friday night. There were definitely a lot o...
It is dark, dank and there is little space. As this encounter goes on, the muscles of my back are pressed against the wall of the narrow alley, wearing against the taut fabric of a t-shirt already struggling to hold in the huge, muscled body it's stretched over. I let go of the train creep's head -- I haven't bothered to ask his name -- and let it fall forw...
"You didn't lie, Denver. That's a nice bitch." I want to run, to get away from this house and especially this man sitting on the couch a few feet away. Mr. Denver, my owner, holds my leash tightly. I'm on my hands and knees, my back arched, and my mouth open with my tongue protruding. This disgraceful position is how my master told me to greet his guest....
I'm leaning against the wall near the door at Dirty Sally's, nursing a beer. It's about noon on Sunday. This is a Labor Day weekend so the crowd is even bigger than usual. I'm a little shy in bars. Especially crowded noisy bars. It doesn't matter. I can just hang out in a gay bar and a guy will hit on me. I'm not handsome, but I am tall, rugged, and moderat...
-- Epilogue -- I smiled as I sat by the pool of Jesse's place, watching all the guests mingle. Smiles graced everyone features, and it should, being a happy day and all. I remembered back earlier in the day, when Jesse stood at the altar, reciting his vows, slipping the ring onto Nathan's finger. Nathan was gleaming; a smile so bright it could have lighted...
"Can I give you head?" My consciousness snapped back to the here and now immediately. It was about 2 in the morning. I was sitting watching late night television, and my friend Keith, just discharged from the Army after 4 years, was sitting on the couch, looking at some extremely raunchy hard core pictures. All women, sucking dick, their faces, tits, hair,...
The only sounds in the bedroom of Melody and Charlie Roarke were the click the clock radio made every time the minute numbers changed and the breathing of Charlie's wife. It was torture waiting for Melody's breathing to change into the deep sleep mode, but then again so were these three years of marriage for Charlie. Charlie had tried to make it work at fir...
Twelve empty chairs formed a circle in the modern hotel room suite. Tick-tock; soon the chairs would be filled. Click-cock; with horny men eager for virgin ass. The main room was large with lots of southern California sunshine streaming through the two sliding balcony doors. Unnecessary furniture had been removed to create as much play space as possible. It...