I'm in battle dress: The helmet, the camo fatigues, the black high boots. The boots are muddy, but that's nothing compared with how I look and feel. I bristle with Army issue weaponry, with GI muscle and I'm bellying through the blown battlefield with its body parts. I'm one man and I'm set to strike the enemy with what will either bloody him bad or have him as my prisoner. My will...
Jimmy, a twenty-six year old gay boy whose life was a nothing--nothing but respectable hard work and nothing but guilt about his stash of porn and his ever-so-rare touching of male flesh is now a thrown man. Thrown into this world gay and at this very instant thrown buck-naked by his lover onto a bed where his legs have opened wide and his heart is pounding hard and broadly. His eyes...
This night was mine. Naked and wet I pushed Sixten's cock away from the entry he would have made into me right there in the bathroom. We stepped out of the tub shower, both of us so aroused that we needed some kind of immediate release, so we boxed at one another with slap hits sometimes darting in for a suck-at-the-mouth kiss in hot wet spiky-haired clenches. Our hard pricks were...
How can I say how hard it was to stop Sixten? Having a hot hard cock ready to push open your virgin hole, to really want it to happen and to say "no" even if the house is burning down is a tough piece of business. Geez, we had just shot sixty-niner loads of hot cum into each other's mouths and our bells were still ringing from that. I knew that Sixten wanted to go all the way and...
In Sixten's bed Jimmy was coming to consciousness out of the nap he and Sixten required from their intense sexing of each other's bodies. This coming to consciousness was like the booting up of a PC with its successive silent announcements and options to adjust the settings, etc. For Jimmy the settings were going to need some adjustment. The feel of his own body naked and in touch...
A person's sense of time and place can be altered by many a thing in this life. But none alters more profoundly than the hook of lust. Poor lust--it is a word that ought to have honor. It finds honor in one relationship at a time and here in this story of Sixten and Jimmy we see lots of stuff happening that we know from our own lives...for what is lust but virtue that wrestles with...
I was twisted uncomfortably on the sofa with my legs splayed off almost at a right angle to my hips, which did at least have solid rest between Jimmy's legs. Jimmy was begging in soft, rough and insistent moans that I go down on him--I did, after all have his hot hard cock embraced at its root by my supple fingers and I was hot for him. I was going to get him higher yet and even...
When we left the gym we had had just enough of a workout to stimulate us; our blood was surging and we were looking for trouble. We were carrying what was between our legs with thoughts focused on how our lust would work itself out. Down in the locker room Sixten and I became like a couple of teenagers messing around. And when we got past the elbowing verbal jibes and pushing one...
Sixten has a walk that is so masculine that if he pushed it any further it would be like a dancer's interpretation--"a man walking." Seeing him move arouses my fur and more--my balls ache. I swear I can feel them enlarge when he's standing next to me. In him the openly sexual manner of the European male pops and crackles. He, German, my new friend and co-worker, lean and taut as a...
His name was Zang (born Tomas Cszangor) and he was a creature of his boyish youth and manly cock: Zang! It sounds like a bullet whizzing past your head and he grew to manhood by parenting that was American, bright-eyed and pure, throughout those long years of his boyhood. Zang's parents were strong, positive-thinking people who worked hard and made sure their five children learned...
Just a few minutes before Bram and I were standing shoulder to shoulder on the wooden porch drinking our beers, looking out at this strange town that sits alongside the Schuylkill River, which here, sixty miles north of Philly, is just a broad shallow creek good for skipping stones and fishing. It's late November we're only standing outside because the wood frame house I inherited...
Randy has just caught my eye as he passed by my open door to head into the bathroom wearing nothing but his baggy white briefs just barely hanging onto his lean hips and a purple towel was wrapped round his expansive shoulders. I am certain he checked out my room as he went by. It makes perfect sense because he's been checking me out every chance he gets. There are three of us...
Frank and I are working out our desire for one another the best way possible--hands on. Standing in front of the stone fireplace we had begun to trace our lust to its core. Warmed by that fire we stand in our boxer shorts and t-shirts which if we weren't already locked in a passionate French kiss would tell just what we were to each other--guys who aren't old friends don't just...
Sometimes when I'm put together with another guy I have thoughts that I shouldn't have and when the guy is put together like Frank is, then there's no way to avoid the gay tinge--I am hung on him and it hits on me. We're in Ed Psych together and the professor has required a joint presentation early in the course. I asked Frank since he was right there if he'd join with me and he...
It started out like any other family celebration. I had driven out to the country to spend time with my family celebrating my niece’s high school graduation. I don’t come back home very often. I grew up on a farm in a small town, but now I’m a city boy through-and-through. Ever since I came out of the closet, I knew that my hometown was way too small for me, both in geography and...
The YM is friendly. It's old and done in a grand style you don't see any more. Woodwork, arches, tiles and lots of spaces for activities not dreamed of when the place was built. I usually get in four good workouts a week using the free weight room and then I might get into my Speedos and swim or just shower and jog out of there feeling like a load has been taken off me. There is a...
Soren and I had just about had done all we could in making a clearing near the pond for his family's upcoming reunion picnic. With mowers and saws and whackers we sweated up a hundred foot space for a half dozen picnic tables and a couple of bar-b-ques. "Kirk, take a drink of this." I was handed a bottle of Mountain Dew and knocked it half down before I got a jolt from Soren who...
Wearing just plain old cheap white briefs that were probably one size too large was the thing Oscar did to show himself off around the dorm. He knew how good his body was and just wearing any rag off the thrift store racks or bummed off one of us in the frat house showed what he had. The white briefs that were too large grabbed in his ass crack showing off his buns and on the...
Two naked lovers jostled one another intentionally in the hall as they made their way to the shower. Ned pushed and tickled Les and Les came back laughing with his own poking finger. They were making some headway towards the shower the way Daffy Duck of cartoon fame made headway--bouncing off walls. Les took up the goofy thing and turned the tables on Ned, pushing him up against the...
Les's mother died when he was twelve. She died suddenly from a ruptured aneurysm just minutes after she saw Les off on the school bus that October day. Blue sky day, but it was horrible. The tragedy was compounded when Les's father, who had always been a little sharp with his kids, became ever more irritable and his children were not exempt from his angry outbursts which worsened each...
Les left Ned's hot embrace and scampered to the bathroom to prep his ass so that Ned could do everything to him that comes with a good fucking--his first. Their first. Ned was left alone in a highly aroused condition. Even without an aching hard-on he hated being apart from Les. He picked up Lester's bib overalls from the floor and went through his buddy's pockets to find the condoms ...
Brian felt the adrenaline rushing through his body as he thought of the upcoming confrontation. Tonight was going to be the crowning glory of his short career, for tonight he was going to take his former mentor down several notches. These thoughts ran through the 19-year-old’s head as he drove toward the wrestling facilities set up on Dave's farm. Brian had been discovered by Dave...
Ned's eyes popped open when he felt his dick getting hard again. He had been having a dream that he was a trapeze artist and that he was coupled with Les high in the circus tent having sex, and the excitement was derived from their swinging so high with a degree of pride that was above all fear of death. The high-flying dream of sexual prowess worked on his recumbent cock and, with...
"Did ya swallow it?" Les looked up at Ned with a sly look, his mouth partly open. At each corner of his wide mouth were small streams of cum and you could see on his tongue a little lacey evidence of the creaming he had gotten from Ned. But he stuck his tongue way out the way a kid does and said, Yeth, I-think-I-god-eth-awe." Then, to drive his joke home he switched to a mock snob...
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