It had taken me a long while to build up enough courage to make a trip to Camp Black Bear. I had read about the all male campground long before, but being an in-the-closet bisexual at the time, I had pretty much avoided any of the traditional gay bars or meeting places. However, I had read on another website that they were having their yearly July Motorcycle...
Donatus was relieved when the big man finished off. He pulled out of Donatus' sore mouth, and shook his dick, then moved off. Donatus was given a short time to catch his breath and stretch his lean frame some. Then the next man came up, stuck his hard throbbing cock in front of Donatus' mouth, and grabbed his mane of dark curls with a calloused, grimy hand,...
My first experience was with a much older guy named Richard. He was a senior counselor at a camp where I worked summers while in college. During my second summer working at the camp, Richard and I ended up having to share a cabin. I had met him the year prior, but because I was just a rookie that year, we had minimal contact. Now, in my second summer, I was...
We were probably all virgins even though we were eighteen. It was a more innocent age and of course you didn't 'become a man' until you were twenty-one. Though at eighteen you could still be called up to fight for your country and presumably, if necessary, die for it too. In fact nearly four hundred of us National Service men did in places like Korea and Mal...
He sat in the large easy chair across from me sipping the glass of bourbon, his favorite bourbon, I had poured for him. "How did all this start?" "You mean, when did I know I was gay?" "No, well maybe, but when did you start this 'involvement' with the military camp?" "It wasn't on purpose. I think people intuitively see me as someone to turn to, to tr...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
I'm tying up some loose ends, and editing this story has always been the 'loosest of ends' in my mind. Sorry for the wait in doing this, and thank you so much for your patience. _______________________________ Toward the beginning of my college days I was running around with a guy by the name of Mike Gloner, who I befriended a couple of years before when I...
I hate camping; I think that it is the stupidest thing ever. Why would people want to go out into the wilderness and with no bathroom, no shower, and no electricity? But despite that my Dad would insist once a year that he and I went out to this obscure little clearing in the woods which wasn't even a real campsite. We would go out pitch a tent; eat fish tha...
I was on a hunting trip with four of my buddies. Two of them I had been out with previously at this beautiful site in the Colorado mountains, and two others that I worked with I had invited to come along, as I knew they liked to hunt. I myself did not hunt, but love the wilderness and the camping experience. As bad luck, or good, would have it my two regula...
He was back in town from boot camp before being shipped over. We met at the movies. He was in his uniform. His marine uniform. He was so breathtakingly handsome and masculine and military that my knees went weak. I have always had a weakness for uniforms. Police, military, whatever. We were both getting popcorn before the show, and how I wished that I coul...