"Ohhh, yesss...that is sooo nice...your hands are sooo magical," I heard Terry the Towel Boy say to someone. I craned my neck to peer between two bodies and saw Willie Mumphrey, an aide to Congressman Hecker, showing one of his drawings to Terry. The Congressman himself immediately joked, "Yes, and his hands sketch very well, too!" I had seen those drawin...
If you are reading this, hopefully you are already up to speed with the events of my first story, "Let's Make a Deal," in which I chronicled the mostly true story of the hottest sexual experience of my life. If you haven't, please go back and read about the camping trip turned sex-fest with my hunk of a best friend who I had secretly lusted after for years,...
When the war ended and we were all shipped home, I wound up disembarking in New York. By that time I was pretty much aware that I wouldn't be going home to the farm town in Nebraska that I'd been drafted out of. I can't say that the war changed me, what it did was just make me more me. At home I'd spent nights praying for god to change me, after 4 years of s...
Introduction: This is a slow build love story between two men in modern times. The story touches on the difficulties of expressing such love in some cultures. In this case, the culture is that of ranchers and cowboys in the high desert country of central Oregon, USA. Such places are on the rough edges of the change in understanding of normal human sexuality....
5.a: Video #5: the nude beach After another week where Sir had only inspected me, I was blazing with horny frustration. On Monday, when I scanned that week's code, I was hoping the next video would involve something, anything, to take the edge off. "GET SATURDAY OFF WORK. SCAN AGAIN FOR INSTRUCTIONS AFTER 9 AM SATURDAY." Well, that's an inconvenience! Doe...
1-29-2015 I tossed the towel up over the shower door once my hair was fairly dry. It was raining outside, as it did so often here in the City, so I wasn't too concerned with the damp. My hat would keep my head warm, anyway. Looking down at the bed kept a smile on my face as I dressed. Looking at my face you wouldn't think I smiled all that much. It was a f...
The sky was a lifeless dome of swirling cotton, the same stark white as everything beneath it. It was drowning the world under a howling plague of white-winged locusts, blinding swarms that slowed my pace to a rumbling crawl. I'd found the highway somehow, heading south and east toward campus, on autopilot. I checked my rearview mirror every few miles for th...
This story was originally written to be a sequel to "A Ghost of a Chance", but as I wrote it, I created it in a way that it should stand alone just fine. As with most of my stories, we have a couple disclaimers. The first is that my this is not a piece of porn, its an erotic short story, emphasis on the word "story". You want quick porn, seek elsewhere. Seco...
For those who've read my other stories, this universe is a lot like Anna's. The setting is sci fi, but it's a love story at heart. I hope you enjoy it. ** "Rise and shine, darling," a sultry voice purred over the speaker. It was set into the wall right next to Wyl Leyton's pillow, and he groaned as the noise blasted him out of a sound sleep. "Get thee beh...
Note to the reader: For those unfamiliar with the word 'tushy: 'tush' rhymes with 'push'. Chapter 1 The door to the interrogation room opened and Detective Henderson walked in. He dropped a manila folder on the table and sat down, staring at the teenage boy who sat opposite him with arms crossed defiantly. Scott Henderson's promotion to detective when he...