The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
Chestnut Falls 1952 It was a beautiful, frosty Christmas Eve as Mark Matheson stood at the bathroom mirror, neatly combing his hair. Always the early bird, he had already dressed and readied himself for the Christmas Eve church service while the rest of the Matheson's scurried around with their last minute holiday preparations. From the kitchen, Mrs. Mathe...
Curt knew when he was getting the raw end of a deal, but then again, it seemed he always did when he hung out with Ben. He had been invited to a party by his old friend, Ben. They had been real pals in high school but had gone to different colleges and were no longer close. But they were both back in town for the summer and had looked each other up just to h...
Weekends, the local bathhouse opens at 2pm, and this Sunday, I was there at 2:15pm. My weekend had already been enhanced by Friday's visit here, spending an exquisite time in the whirlpool, ending with the incredible balance of excruciating pleasure and unstoppable desire as he played with my cock slit, a feeling beyond orgasm under the total domination of...
Saturday, March 14 2:15PM CDT Little Rock, AR Drew Weeks Four of us from my team were going to nationals. Three of us had spent nearly all of our spare time together since the trip back from Birmingham on the bus. Four of us had been ridden hard in the daily practices we've had since regionals. Three of us had difficulty finding places to be alone togeth...
This one is a sequel to Todd and Me. * The SS America towered above the smaller craft lying beside it inside the harbor. Displacing 100,000 tons, and 1000 feet long it would be our floating home for the next two weeks. The ship had all the emanates one could want. In every cabin there was HD TV, complimentary bar, coffee pot, and internet. Three swimming...
Les, my closest friend now that Mike has been killed in Iraq, sits quietly on the couch listening intently as I tell him about my explorations with Mike in that scout tent so many years before. How our relationship had grown beyond experimentation. How our experiences had left me shaken, doubtful about my sexuality, but oh so excited. About how I believed th...
A bit after 7am David woke and kissing me lightly on the forehead got out of bed and went to take a shower. I pulled my clothes on and went out to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and a spot of breakfast. I was not surprised to find his cupboards and refrigerator were fairly empty but managed to find the makings for buttered toast. David came out of the...
It had been a good two months since our last mud wrestle and Andy and I were keen to get together again. We had chatted constantly during this period. Keeping in touch and throwing ideas around for various other types of erotic messy wrestling. Everything from oil, custard, desserts, puddings, cake, baked beans, and the list seemed endless. As for the type...
Saturday morning saw me at Dundee railway station, walking my bicycle towards the large group of cyclists which had gathered beside the Tay road bridge. This was the weekend charity cycle from Dundee to Pitlochry and back, to raise funds for testicular cancer research. There were dozens of cyclist gathered, waiting for the cycle to start. This was going to...