The cable guy was due any minute. I'd been without Internet for days since a big storm blew through town; electricity had returned but not the Net, and as a mature gay man who loved his porn, it was maddening. I called up some gay wrestling stories I had saved, really smoking hot stuff about older men being dominated in various holds by young, smooth-skinne...
Ever since my last encounter with Patrick, I fantasized about a great butt fucking. I was always a top. With Patrick, being a bottom was a dream realized. Either way, things got hot. When I remembered that Graduation party, I cream my pants on the spot. It has been a year now. Since the party. I can't help but to remember what Patrick said: "That was bette...
Last Week: "So, what do you want for your birthday?" My boyfriend was looking at me with his eyebrows raised. I could get lost in those blue eyes and long blond hair. He can pretty much make me do whatever he wants. Not that I mind. But maybe something different for such a big day. He tries again. "Earth to Johnny...come in Johnny!" "Umm, what?" "Your b...
Thank you for reading my story. It's my first story so please comment if you like it or how I may improve. The story is set back before the freedom movement in the United States, so the couple is considered taboo for its time. (I've always dreamed of stories like this.) I wanted a slow paced romance between the characters, so that they aren't instantly in lo...
Chapter 20. In which our hero goes to school. Back to the adult movie theater on a late Tuesday afternoon for some grazing and sport. I immediately go upstairs to the video booth area as it is late afternoon and I normally expect some homeward bound traffic. And sure enough there are several men milling about with the usual nonsense of closely studying t...
Setting: Prison P.S. This story is meant to inspire stories of a similar setting. If anyone decides to write stories like this, please reply on my page. Thank you. ***** Yo dogs! My name is Victor, but my homies call me Viking. HaHA! But seriously, my name is Victor and before you get the wrong idea, I am NOT a black gangster. I'm Caucasian and I come fro...
Hair: black, long, straight as the trajectory of sinking moon on a hot summer night. Face: young, narrow eyes, stubbled, tanned by the sun of unwholesome lusts. Chest: narrow, hard, graven like pale stone. Jeans: faded, ripped, packed full where it matters. The smoke swirls and he looms in the door like a bone in the soup of desire. Behind him the night is...
Chapter 11 The motion-sensor lights on the house had flicked on when I drove up and headed down the driveway to the big barn in back. Daniel looked puzzled when I jumped out and threw open the big double doors, but then he caught on and climbed into the driver's seat and pulled in. I closed the doors behind us, locking the Passport in the barn and motioned...
Darryl Powers was on his way to one of the two popular nightclubs he owned. His new sissyboi, Benji, was beside him. The boi looked pensive and vulnerable, especially sitting next to Darryl. At 6'5 and a muscled but well-sculpted 230 pounds Darryl dwarfed the, for lack of a better word, 'petite' college boy sitting next to him. Anyone seeing the two pass b...
There were four of them who entered the store close to closing time, all muscled punks decked out in black leather. I owned the small convenience store but found myself behind the counter this evening because my regular night clerk called in sick. The hunkiest of the four came up to the counter and puckered his lips and tossed me an air kiss. He asked me wh...