Disclaimer: All characters involved in sexual relationships are over 18 years of age, and no minors are sexually exploited in this content. In no way are actual events or persons depicted. The mythology in this content is only loosely based on historical mythology and should not be seriously analyzed. The author of this story is not gay. Enjoy. *** We we...
You know what it is when you are away from your lover for weeks on end, like when I was with the army in Korea. It was one hell of a war and most of the guys did it I guess. We are all human and normal red blooded guys who need that certain comfort of a woman or, in dire circumstances (if you are homosexual, or just a bit of both as am I) ) another guy can...
September, 1969 Big Man on Campus It had been a fabulous summer, and the amazing experience of having my first real lover still had my mind reeling. Alexander 's abrupt departure left me anxious to be moving on myself. I had no idea how to process the idea that I was a fucking queer, not completely, anyway. I jus knew that the sex had been fabulous and I w...
He'd been so sure when his ship pulled into Norfolk and before he'd come to Hagerstown to check out how his father was doing with the family garage business that he wanted to stay in the Navy—to relocate to the West Coast to take up the cushy billet being offered to encourage him to reup. But now . . . now he was torn. Tom was a hunk, a Marine recently muste...
Mein Name ist Julian und ich bin 19 Jahre alt, schlank, sportlich. Vor ein paar Monaten bin ich nach meinem Abitur von Zuhause ausgezogen um zu studieren. Schon kurz vor meinem Abitur entdeckte ich beim, fast schon alltäglichen, Pornodurchstöbern mein Interesse für Crossdresser Pornos und Videos, in denen süße Twinks von reifen Männern vernascht werden. Nach...
The irony still lingers. I was aboard a lemon yellow 707, one of the famous "jelly bean fleet" launched by Braniff Airlines in the 1960s, or more precisely, dreamed up by one the reigning ad agencies of the era, to give their client an edge in aero-hipness. The fleet was so named for the colors Braniff adopted, a palette including lime green, orange, and p...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, locations and the world in this story belongs to the author and copyrig...
I was a young man, age of 19, sent straight to the Afghanistan war with the army to fight for our country. Met a dark skinned, dark hair, dark eyed, middle aged sexy beast. He went by Nate Rodriguel. As usual all the crew wore the same tan uniform with dark grey boots, laced in black, tied ever so neatly; something about how Nate wore his uniform caused me t...
The quiet and loneliness was driving John Sandles to distraction and he couldn't bear being in the house for any longer. Not that he was in an actual house. He'd been working on the room extension of his house on Sligo Creek nearly where the creek fed into the North River at the foot of the Appalachians to the west. The nearest town to him was Mount Solon, V...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may in...