This story's theme is partly non-violent domination, and contains scenes of humiliation and submission. ****** For Paul Lombardo, Wednesday was just another day. A day closer to Saturday and the weekend, and when he arrived for work that morning, Paul had no idea how much is life was about to change. What began as a quiet day, yet another in a series of s...
"Hey Mr. Longo!" I had been tidying up the garage, so the voice from the driveway startled me, but I recognized it immediately as belonging to my son's best friend, Sean Farrell. He had been a fixture at our house for many years, and he was always unfailingly polite and respectful, qualities that seem to be in short supply these days, so he was always welco...
I remember how hot it was that day in August as I delivered the paper on my route in the unforgiving heat of the afternoon. It wasn't a very lucrative route delivering the Knickerbocker News, a paper than was published in the afternoon in Albany, not nearly as profitable as doing the Times Union in the mornings, but it was better than nothing and at least I...
Chapter One: Something about Him I hadn't picked up a hitchhiker since I was in my twenties, but there was something about the young man standing at the entrance to the Adirondack Northway that made me stop. The boy looked so young and innocent that I was afraid for his safety, and these days who knows what might happen to a kid who looked so timid and frai...
This story takes place during the Winter of 1970. *** I suppose I should have felt guilty given the things that were going through my mind as I looked at my young guest sitting next to me on the couch, staring at the pornographic magazine in open-mouthed wonder, but I didn't. Young Preston Phillips III was the young fellow who, along with his mother had l...
The following short tale contains sexual activities of an incestuous nature. What happened is supposedly true and were related to me by an acquaintance. Those offended by such things would not enjoy this story. .... Everybody said I had the coolest Dad in the world because he never chewed me out when I screwed up, which was pretty often back in the 18th...
This might have been 1972 in San Francisco but out here in rural Averill Park it might as well have been 1930. There may have been gay guys my age around, but if there were they kept it to themselves like it did. A couple of weeks ago my Mom let me take the car into the big city, which in our case was Albany, New York. That gives you an idea of what Averill...
Summertime in the tourist town of Speculator, New York back in the early 70's. *** The door was locked and the lights had just gone out in the little convenience store on Main Street in Speculator, New York. It had been a lousy day business-wise, what with the steady rain that had fallen all day in the sleepy tourist town, and now owner Red O'Brien had ano...
Some people figure out who they are early in life, it takes others a bit loner. Some never do. For Brad Keeler, he started figuring things out after graduating from high school. ... "You sure this is okay here?" the driver of the car said after I told him that he could let me out at the corner. "I can take you right to your house if you want." "No, this...
"Might as well drop you off first," Mr. Walter explained to his son Todd as we headed toward the drug store where my friend worked part-time until school started again in the fall. Todd nodded, accepting the reason his Dad was driving out to the mall instead of dropping me at my house first, but that was the first inkling I had that something was up. Mr. Wa...