Afternoon – four-nineteen pm, and it's tar-melting sultry-hot. Hitch-hiking down through France, the Loire valley, medieval hill-top towns, and beyond. My nineteenth summer, in distressed jeans, faded T-shirt and backpack, dark shoulder-length hair and shades, as much for cool as the bullying solar glare. After a chain of short-term and unsatisfactory thumb-...
Sorry for the delay in this chapter. Summer just got away from me and I lost all track of time and I had to buy a new computer since the old one went. Here is my disclaimer. This is story is not real, any person portrayed in this story are completely fictional and any similarities are coincidental. Always practice safe sex and use condoms. This story is not...
I sat at my desk, working on paperwork in my office at battalion headquarters. I turned pages but couldn't remember a word I had read. A week. I've been a cum-slut for a whole fucking week. I bit my lip. One week ago I was a proud US Army officer, standing tall, bowing to no man. I had come up through the ranks to the silver oak leaves of a lieutenant colon...
N.Y.C. 1971. .......... Chapter One: Stranded in the Big Apple. Everything had gone so well up to the point when I took out my wallet to get my bus ticket. It was a small grey stub that was going to get me on the bus for my return home to Plattsburgh, New York, and when I didn't find it right away, I didn't panic but merely stepped out of the line to allo...
My initial story told of my first experience with another man. "My Cross Country Adventure" detailed my evening with Walt, the elderly gentlemen who picked me up while hitchhiking and taught me a great deal. This story tells of my further explorations in this way of life. One thing I should have mentioned at the top of the last story was that these events h...
For almost twenty years I have been going on twice annual trips with a group of guys from my college days. Each spring and fall we rent a remote cabin for a week and go on our fishing trips. Very little fishing gets done any more. These trips have become our getaways from the stress of our high pressure careers and everyday lives. Truth is the trips are more...
INTRODUCTION Dear Reader--If you haven't read the previous Gay Boy Story here are a few paragraphs to introduce our hero. This story dates from an episode that took place about eight months ago. It was just before the Harvey Weinstein scandals broke. ------------ YOU CAN CALL ME DONNIE, most of the guys do. My real name shouldn't interest you. Don't I ha...
In hindsight, if something sounds too good to be true -- it probably is. I learned that lesson the hard way. I was 22 years old, working a dead-end job, my love life was non-existent, couldn't afford to go to college like the rest of my friends, and because I wasn't making enough money, I had to move back in with my parents. I was desperate to make a change...
My name's Rudy. Rudolpho actually. Rudolpho Anthony Teagan. What in the fuck were my parents taking? After all, our lineage stretches back to the Irish; and really? Rudolpho? I'm at a total loss on that one. But that's not the story you want to hear. Let's begin. I ended up living in Los Angeles due to my indulgence in a lustful undertaking. A good budd...
Nate picked up his bowl and carried it to the sink. “Are you sure I can’t get you some more stew or another piece of cornbread, Mike?” Mike shook his head. “No thanks, Nate. I don’t know where I’d put any more, but everything was great.” He lowered his eyes to the table. “Thanks for having me over here tonight. My place isn’t the same without. . .well, you...