Welcome to my Nude Day 2015 entry. It's a long one, so grab a beverage and maybe a sandwich before diving into it. This story includes graphic depictions of man-on-man sex as the hero wrestles with being a straight guy who enjoys sucking off other guys. There's lots of cumplay, a bit of humiliation, pegging by his girlfriend, and a very big piece of CFNM. If...
The following story was inspired by a young lady named Jessica. She is young enough to be my granddaughter but she is wise beyond her years. The story distills concepts and ideas first introduced in the "Mrs. Swanson" stories and Boot Camp for Husbands. While neither of these stories are necessary to enjoy this offering they do provide "back story." *****...
Adam Spicer was sitting on his deck with his morning coffee, watching the sun rise, when a flash like the reflection off of a mirror caught his eye. There shouldn't be anything down there, especially at this time of morning. He unfolded his 6 foot frame out of the rocker recliner and whistled for Teddy, his big Heinz 99 hound. Together they headed down towar...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Chapter 11 - The Story of Lorrie = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = I begged Michael to let me write this part of the story. I was taking creative writing in school when all of this went down and, so, I think the story needs my touch. So yes, I was completely in puppy love with Michael at this point. I was also a virgin, t...
Life never unfolds the way we want, the way we expect. No matter how careful we plan, no matter how logical our decisions are, life has a way of grabbing a man by the gonads and squeezing. Mathew was comfortable in his solitude; he never expected it to be so nice. His wife had gotten bored years before the divorce was final, the kids were off to college and...
PROLOGUE The Dreamtime--that gap between what is and what was--is a space where "being" is an eternal, all-at-once state. In the Dreamtime, the past is the future and the future, past. All of what is, what has been and will be meets here. It is where souls reside before becoming and it is the place to which souls return upon ceasing. It is the space to whic...
Chapter 1 1980. A new decade. A few months, maybe a season, the fall, had come and gone since Clinton Street south of Houston had been busted twice and closed. Where once the diverse underbelly of junkies, the punks and suits, men and women, young and not so young, could line up a block over and wait their turn to dash across Clinton to the door they heard...
He held me still before him as he sang about marching armies and victorious battle, new government and food aplenty. When Perikos was done he tightened his hold on my wrists, neck and waist and thick, muscular tendrils coiled around my upper thighs, pulling my legs apart and exposing my dripping heat. I was definitely achieving what Perikos had been training...
A short letter to my readers. First, I need to apologize. Real life got in the way of this story. First my wife had a life threatening accident. Then a sibling collapsed and was on a death watch for a while. He's better now, but not out of the woods yet. Then my wife had another accident, not life threatening but very painful. Happily, she's on the road to...
June 1993 London The Hammersmith Apollo Theatre 'She's the one, she's the one, she's one that I want, She's the one, she's the one The one that I need, She's the one, she's the one The one that I choose She's the one, she's the one Baby come with me.' Our song was roaring along. I was on the right of the stage playing my heart out. My candy apple r...