The view was stunning in the morning light. The valley spread wide; the river in the distance looked like a pencil line across a green canvas. I stood proudly naked on knoll where we had camped. Next to me in all her naked glory was my wife. We often come to this knoll for a night of lust in the dust. That is now a memory. A couple years ago she decided to...
Like most military relationships my relationship with Will was hot and heavy while it lasted. However, over time he was transfered over seas forcing us to drift apart. We'd meet about twice a year and make up for lost time then that turned to once a year and then we simply lost touch. On one of our last skipes he forgot to turn off his camera. I witnessed h...
I was just about home free with the tasty wench the lads had brought on board for me from Kingston when the attack started. After some mouth play, she hadn't objected in the least when I'd unlaced her bodice and started giving her ripe melons the attention they deserved. We were entwined together in the window seat of my vessel's fantail, and, forward lass t...
Steve released my arms from the overhead chains. Man, it felt good to get my arms down again. He pulled them behind my back and fastened the cuffs together. Removing the chains that held my ankles, he demanded, "On your knees, faggot." "Now, you're gonna learn that I own you. I own your faggot ass. I own your faggot cock. I own your faggot mouth. You're gon...
"They say you can survive high school. Well, perhaps not. A homage to slashers, everything Lynchian, high schools, crime and punishment, sex and conservatism, popular culture and romance, this loosely written and casually spun novella takes you into the repressed and the debauched, the murders and the laughs, the families and the friends of a good ole Amer...
A Homoerotic Story By Jason Land FOREWORD This story covers a two year period in the life of one, Dr. Andrew Waterlow, a brilliant Oxford classist who turns to school teaching as a profession, but who who is finally appointed, aged only thirty, to a research professorship at the University of Oxford. Depending on context, he is variously referred to in t...
It was the spring of 1974 at a lakeside cottage north of Toronto. I was a twenty-four-year old bondage bottom spending the weekend with Robert, an older dominating fellow Englishman and Marco, the hunky straight, but curious, son of the cottage owner eager to try out BDSM. As the evening got late, Robert tied my wrists behind me and held me down while Marco...
The bar was reassuring warm after the cold night. I shook the rain of my jacket and ordered a cold beer. It had been a long day, or more like a long week. I'd been working the weekend shift and had been doing 14 hours a day for eight days now. My mind and body ached and the only thing that I was thinking was my much needed days off. The beer was good and...
Note: The following begins as a true story of how I lost my virginity (anal and otherwise) to two gay top daddies when I was 19. Now, 10 years later, I look back on this experience and fantasize about what could have been if I had just embraced my inner cock slut...and the result is this story series. The first installment will cover the true events and tran...
I first met Ed at a family gathering one summer when I was in college. My family on my mothers side had deep connections to the area in which I went to school and every year we would gather at a grand house on the lake that my uncle used to take care of before he moved away. The owner gave him use of the house for at least two weeks every summer and we would...