The concluding chapter of "The Adventures of Urlen". After my return home I wrote by hand to Steve and Anne to thank them for their hospitality. Knowing that Anne did not use a computer I also e-mailed Steve to say how much I had enjoyed meeting him so intimately again. Ten days later I received a remarkable letter back from him. He must have typed it quick...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** The showers are over. Both men are squeaky clean, facing each other as they lie on the cushions. The Turk and Umut study each other in the silent afterglow. "We could go at it again, but let's not. We've got all weekend. We can do all kinds of sexual things... watch each other d...
Me and Ryan have always been best friends. We grew up that way. Our parents were best friends and were always doing things together and going on vacations. We told each other everything, and talked about everything as well. As kids, when we were alone, our favorite topic was sex. We compared knowledge and our fantasies. As young growing up boys we even expe...
Cum Is the Best Lube (This is a short jack off story, and it is all true. Hope it helps you get off. -- Rob) Some years ago, I was with a group in the Los Angeles area. I managed to arrange things so I had a long afternoon to myself, with my own transportation, and I decided that I wasn't going to waste such an opportunity. I was fairly new to man sex at...
It was a mistake to have come to Central Virginia, but not, I think a mistake to have stayed. Stuart had seemed so right when we found ourselves in New York as we both were completing our English doctorates at Colombia, but in the four months between when he had taken a position in the English department at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville and w...
The divorce was final and I was out on my ass - no job, no house, no nothing. I was broke and homeless. I had walked until I wore my madness off. When I finally got hold of myself I was in a part of town where I had never been before. I walked over to the park that was located just across the street. It was a small woodsy type of park. I saw several people s...
Author's note: Please bear with my grammar. I only use English as my second language. I am not a writer or anything but I do aspire to be one as I found out I liked writing stories. I don't have an editor only because I'm shy. Please read the prologue of this story, Event Horizon, so you may follow the lead. Please write your comments below as they are appre...
At first, I thought he was just being friendly. It was the Saturday after Christmas in 1975. I was flying back to Austin, Texas after spending Christmas with my parents in Cheyenne, Wyoming. In Denver, I changed from the 20-passenger shuttle from Cheyenne to a 727. It was night and the dimly-lighted plane was half empty. I took a book out of my suitcase, se...
A great way to combat the sweltering Spanish heat of a Madrid summer is to while away a few hours in its municipal solarium. Set apart from the bustling swimming and picnic areas of one of the city's largest sports centers, the solarium or, "nudist area", resembles a small, jungle encampment with its tall trees, grass matted fence and bamboo framed structure...
Dan and I had been seeing each other for a few months and during my second semester of my sophomore year in college, and I frequented him on Tuesday's at his apartment during my lunch breaks because that was the day I had a 3 hour break in my class schedule. On Tuesday's where I'd know I would see him, I would wake up extra early to get ready. I would even e...