This is the story of another time. The Vietnam war was tearing the country apart and young people were beginning to throw off the outdated rules of a society. The year was 1969 and the place was Boulder Colorado where two young men met and embraced their homosexuality. It is also a story of dominance and submission and the myriad emotions these roles bring f...
I awoke the next day with a throbbing headache. I was completely naked on top of the covers. The crusty residue of dried cum on my chest and stomach, slapped me into reality. Fuzzy as my head felt, the memory of face timing my asshole neighbor and masturbating for him was all too clear. What the fuck was wrong with me. How did I ever let that happen? I just...
This is a continuation of the same park visit that occurred after a ruined meeting with a man from an online dating and hookup site. ***** As I laid on the blanket that I had spread out on the grassy area the wait to see who would approach it wasn't going to be long at all before I had company. I had noticed at least three couples two male male and one two...
Beware of beardless youth for they are a greater source of mischief than young maidens." ~Muhammed Radu's dance did little for Mehmed's vow to uphold the sense of rigid decorum taught to him by the Molla. The firm spine of his education and breeding, when tested, pressed like glass beneath glass, hairline cracks formed by the weight of equal desire. With an...
Misgivings shot through me as I folded helplessly over the couch, Aron's hand effortlessly holding me in place. My own body weight worked against me in this position- basically he could keep me from shifting as was necessary to get up off the couch with his one hand. His other hand was on his well lubed cock, spiraling it against my slick, virgin ass. He was...
I have a fantasy about this cute guy at the office... Peter is slim and not terribly tall, with dark curly hair. He's always dressed to the nines in a three-piece suite with a flower in his lapel. He even has one of those old-fashioned hats like the debonair heroes of black-and-white movies. Did I mention that Peter is gayer-than-gay? Openly so; it's not ju...
"Please, Nick," I say, and I sound pitiful, even to myself. But I don't care. I've waited too long for this. I need this. I need him. He's still staring at me, and I can see the torture in his face. I wish he would say something. Anything. The silence is becoming unbearable. Finally, he moves. Keeping his eyes on mine, he strips off his black T-shirt an...
I'm out running alone, along the river road. It's a beautiful warm sunny day out, and I'm feeling great. Wearing a T-shirt and a pair of tight black spandex shorts. I stop to stretch at an overlook, and feel the sweat bead up and run down my tight leg. If only there was someone else there who appreciated the sight. "Having a good workout?" asks a masculine...
I was hitchhiking north towards Santa Cruz, to visit some friends. It was late at night, I was standing under a street lamp along the highway, and I realized I wouldn't get there anytime soon. I'd begun to think about where to spend the night...would it be another night sleeping under a bridge? After 20 minutes or so, a BMW pulled over, and I jumped in. He s...
I was living in Tennessee when I met Julie, an artist that ran the local art museum. Julie was attracted to me but I gently told her that I was gay. She took it well and told that her 20-year-old son, Joseph, believed that he was gay. She asked me to meet him and talk to him about his sexuality. Joseph was a beautiful young man, short, slim and dark haired....