Noah and I spent many of the weekends following the skinny dipping incident, sleeping over at each-others houses. I still wasn't completely comfortable with Noah sleeping at my place, so I usually tried to think of some elaborate way to get us both out of the house day and night. The third weekend after our trip to the beach, the two of us took a bus up to N...
Author's note: This is a very short period tale of an older gentleman discovering the previously unsampled delights of sex with a handsome young man. * Valter Landgrave stumbled over his own feet as he left the tavern, to the tittering and edification of two ladies of the night. He'd fucked them both not long since but had wearied of them and would not b...
Outside the tent: a heavy susurration of sound. Metallic groans replete with squeaks and clanks. The ground throbs. Inside the tent: a nylon floor covered with forest detritus. Ammo tins heavy with unspent rounds near the flap. A sleeping bag rolled up tight as a gymnast. Another sleeping bag, unrolled ... with a man named Ray in his boxers sprawled on top...
WARNING! ( Please Read Carefully ) The following short story is not for the feint hearted. It is intended for adults only with an interest in gay sex and rugby league and it contains plenty of visceral and extremely graphic male on male group sex. The rugby league match at the heart of the story gets pretty rough. The sex that follows it is even rougher. T...
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(I’m now in my 50’s, but this is a true story that happened to me back in the 1960’s.) I was spending the day at my friend Roger’s house, and was planning on staying the night. We spent much of the rainy day in Roger’s back yard, which bordered a rushing swollen drainage stream. Needless to say, we were soaked by late afternoon when Roger’s mom called us in...
It was the smell that brought me back first. The musty tapestries and dried flowers that lined the walls, the June sun through the stained glass windows illuminating the dust that filled the air in greens and purples, but doing nothing to warm the cold stone of the church. I was brought back to Sunday morning services, attending with my Nana, and now a decad...
Author's Note: All characters described are over 18. If you're going to play in real life make sure things are safe, sane, and consensual. But in this fantasy, just enjoy. * George would be the first to admit that he didn't spend as much time with his son growing up as he probably should have. For most of his formative years, he was in places that he can'...
GREEN BERETS AND JOCKSTRAPS PART ONE I had a bad feeling. Something was wrong. My Special Forces team stood ready and eager in the plane, about to parachute out the big cargo door over Pukudu Deme. But something is wrong! The moment they opened the C-130's big rear door, and I got my first view of the Pacific island, when the air rushed in with the heat...
(This is a repost of the chapters I've previously posted. I misspelled Yorick's surname, how I managed to do that I have no idea. It was a terrible mistake that I needed to correct or be shamed forever. The good news, Is that chapters 1 and 2 are now one entity. The bad news is that Chapter 3 will be posted as soon as I find time. I'm still editing it like...