The helicopter hovered over the frozen plateau. There they were. The people I had discovered yesterday. I snapped away with my camera. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. "Go down a little, Mike," I urged my friend and pilot, Mike Kelley. "Okay, Walter," he said, and we descended another hundred feet. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Damn it. This was really exci...
I write to you of my friend Indio...who became a male slave/master when he turned twenty-one and went to college! Nineteen year old Sipple Knox was what they call a "fourth generation legacy", a rich boy who didn't have a lot of smarts, and just got into Georgetown 'cause all his relatives did. Sip couldn't take his eyes off Indio, though--partially because...
Lance had not left the house in three weeks. Even so, the freezer remained stocked to overflowing with those thrown-together concoctions that, in other parts of the country were called casseroles, but here were called "Minnesota hot dishes". There was one, he knew, that contained soggy tater tots. Well meaning friends had dropped by for the first three days,...
The frigid river water enveloping my body shocked the senses more so as my unsubmerged head remained exposed to the scorching midday heat of the central Texas Hill Country. The dichotomy of sensations provided welcome respite from the vigorous summer hike over the verdant hills juxtaposed around the Sabinal River. My comrade "hiker-in-crime", Howard, a cons...
Epilogue -- Christmas Eve Eve Molly Jones thoughtfully sipped her wine as she leaned against the kitchen counter. Indiana was all over the kitchen preparing their evening meal. He said it was just a simple Mexican soup recipe one of his roommates had taught him, but it looked delicious—whole chicken pieces with hearty chunks of potatoes, carrots, zucchini,...
Rick was sitting at the bar when Trash walked in. The place was dead save for a two older guys who were in the back arguing over whose wife was the bigger nag. Trash smirked as he sat down. He nodded to the table the two were sitting at. "Ralf and edger still trading war stories?" He asked. Rick glanced over and smiled some. "Yeah," Rick told him. "Edgar...
This is my first submission and also my first ever attempt to write a story like this. It was written in a single day, so it may have some mistypes despite my revision. I hope you all enjoy and feel free to send in your comments. They will be warmly appreciated. This story is purely fictional. Any coincidence with living or deceased persons is pure coincid...
Summary: Straight Guy becomes obsessed with big strong men. Note 1: This is dedicated to Mark who requested this story. Note 2: This is a NUDE DAY 2020 CONTEST STORY. Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this story. Muscle Men Studs Every guy goes through a mid-life crisis. Most buy some extravagant unnecessary purchase to prove their...
The middle-aged man in the suit was crowding me at the bar at Harvey's in New York's Chelsea district and talking dirty to me. I was smiling and nodding, but my eyes kept drifting over to the table, where a guy a bit younger and far better looking and built was giving me the eye. If he'd just been a bit more definite in his signaling, I'd have broken away fr...
1. John woke up, his mind flooded with mad desires and lust—still influenced by the wet dream that had spoiled his boxers. He took a long, cold shower while coffee brewed. However, the plentiful stream of hot water failed to wash away the strong, bizarre sensations that had tortured his mind for months. He poured himself a steaming cup of coffee and lit a...