18-year-old Tommy was in his final year of an all boys school, with quite strict rules. He was looking forward to the summer holidays, which were fast approaching, so he could go swimming more often, be with his friends, and hopefully have sex. Being a teenager, Tommy thought about sex all the time; His raging hormones were hard to control, and he would to...
He was fit and tight. Infantry, I thought. It was 1955. Miz Connie's was a boarding house. Detroit. Autoworkers, most of us. He came in a cab. From the railway station. "Just this suitcase. Gotta room?" She put him in a room off the foyer. Private. Most of us stay in the what we call the barracks bunks twelve men loud and public. He paid his money. P...
This took place in the early 1970's- a few years after I was discharged from the army, I worked mainly on harvest crews in those years, hard work and long hours. We would start down south in early summer and follow the harvest north until fall. I would then go back to my home in the hills with enough cash to last until the next year. I was in my early 20's,...
Damien was a complicated man. He required things just so... he required control. He had to have complete control over his lover. He had to know that his lover depended on him for everything. He had to know that his lover worshiped him, just like he'd worship his lover. Damien was a flirty man on the outside, he didn't seem to have any serious relationships,...
"Gay for a Day" Max had just gotten off the phone with Cindy Margolis, who with very little finesse, dumped him. He had been dumped before although it had been a while. The problem was tomorrow was Halloween. The best parties of the year would be all over campus and now he didn't have a date. Thankfully finding ladies had never been that difficult given h...
Editor's Note: story contains nonconsensual/forced sex. * When I was twenty-one years old I worked as an electronics installer for a company that sold computer systems. I mostly just ran the wires. One Friday my boss told me that I had to work the following Saturday at a factory that made concrete products such as the cement barriers that you see along t...
There was a light wind blowing that evening and the campfire flames danced in the moonlight. They were out on a distant part of the ranch rounding up stray steers. It was too far to return to the bunkhouse for the night, so they had pitched camp in a hollow by a small stream. The 3 young cowboys sat around the campfire, drinking coffee and smoking. There wa...
It was a week before the boy's cock was ready for more action, his dick being quite sore from all the action at the park. This time we would try something totally different that he had never done before, I had a plan in place where he would have some fun and be used at the same time. I never told him anything about what I had planned only that I would pick h...
Chapter 4: A Country Store Outside Gatlinburg Tank probably should have consulted a map when he somewhat hurriedly herded Bull into Craig's car at the Bedford motel and headed for the on-ramp to I-81 south. But he didn't. And since he didn't, he didn't realize that Asheville wasn't on I-81—or even close to it for that matter—and he was already entering Tenn...
*All characters are 18+ Subsequent chapters may take a little longer as I will be working on Poor Simon* Darryl Smith did not have an exulted life. He was not living the American dream. He was a janitor at a high school with a social society like Lord of the Flies. The teachers were snooty, the sports stars got their asses kissed by everyone, and every...