In the small farming community of Beatrice, the folks have called Brent Greyson "Grey" for short ever since he had been a child. Now, well into his thirties, Grey still resided on his inherited family farmland just on the outskirts of Beatrice Country. Farming was hard work, and life hadn't recently been terribly kind to Grey, but he loved the land, and he e...
The typically FIFA game is only five minutes, so it didn't take long for us to dive right into action. I placed my controller in my lap to cover up my flaccid cock, even though I was plenty proud of it. Despite what Ayden had said, I knew that my dick was average and felt confident that I was much bigger than this teenager who was eight years younger than me...
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The two young lads ran and ran. They ran as if their very lives depended upon their speed, which it probably did. After a time they stopped, exhausted and peered over a small rise. They watched in awe as hundreds of cavalry sped to the Northeast amid clouds of dust and the pounding of many shod horses. They hid in a wash of a small, mostly dry creek which wo...
Day Trippers: A Reflection From Sunnier Climes © josh & sadie rose 2001 (This story was written during a trip to the Balearics a couple of years ago and intended as part of a longer series called Vampires on Vacation. Needless to say... the Vampires are still out there! No part of this story may be reproduced or used without the authors' permission.) "So...
Jerry Ch. 4: Team Work Disclaimer: It should come as no surprise to anyone who has read any of the previous Jerry stories what themes will feature in this one. Gay and Bisexual actions feature strongly. Even those of you who enjoy those aspects may be put off by an incestuous twist or a touch of cross dressing. Also at the risk of spoiling the story, anyone...
Author's note: This story contains depictions of human trafficking, non-consensual sex, incest and violence. Heed the tags, if it's not for you, then don't read on. For my fellow travellers, enjoy. * You only have to do one thing. And that is everything you're told. The storage facility is impressive. To people other than Jagger, that is. To him it's just...
"We have nude beaches here on Cyprus for gay men," the art gallery owner said as he moved around the studio couch in the photo studio behind his Nicosia gallery and fired off camera shots of me posed in the near nude on a blue silk drape. "All of them are on private property, though. I happen to have such a beach—very private—at my beach house near the airpo...
I was leaning over the washbasin in the bathroom of Ari's small Tel Aviv apartment. The bathroom was clouded with steam as Ari had just turned off the water in the shower. I was watching him through the mirror above the basin, wiping it off periodically as it misted over. He had a great, hirsute body and swung low. He played a mean viola and a magnificent co...
It was 1pm and we were finishing rehearsing in our studio for the morning when my phone rang and Damien's name appeared on the screen. He was a sound engineer, who had worked with us in the studio for about four months. He had done a great job on the album. He had a really good ear for music and was good at his job. "Hey, Mark, how you doing?" he asked. "G...