Back when Ned was in the 10th grade at McFarland High, he tried doing something that gave him a lasting scare. He had seen the way Lonnie, the class queer, walked and Ned, who had just admitted to himself that he was gay, wanted to try walking like Lonnie to see what it was all about. He picked a place where nobody could see him and in a few minutes he had it down: he could walk as...
Phong, You say you have missed me and I miss you, too. I ran away from you after I saw that you could not be set aside. But your e-mails to me were so simple and so full of your hot desire for me that I was shaken. Tell me what I can do to please you? Hearing from you after so many months means I must find a way to please you and yet we are so far apart with you in Vietnam and ...
Birthday boy. Wow! Those words will never be the same to me any more, not after what I was put through at my last birthday. I was coming onto 26, the age they say you reach your sexual peak. What happened on my birthday was set up by my saying this to a bunch of my closest friends in the Gay Men's Chorus as we had a snack after our Spring Concert. They batted that one around a...
This shit was more than I could bear--Jonathon had grabbed me in what was, I thought, just a game, but now my hands are cinched with ordinary clothesline and I'm bound at my feet. Worse still, he's tied me to a straight-backed wooden kitchen chair and gagged me with a torn cloth tied at the back of my head. If Jonathon weren't my step-brother my panic would be total. Writhing in...
This shit was more than I could bear--Jonathon had grabbed me in what was, I thought, just a game, but now my hands are cinched with ordinary clothesline and I'm bound at my feet. Worse still, he's tied me to a straight-backed wooden kitchen chair and gagged me with a torn cloth tied at the back of my head. If Jonathon weren't my step-brother my panic would be total. Writhing in...
Tight purple jeans. You don't see jeans like this on guys, but from my experience, just follow the tight purple jeans like you follow the yellow brick road. The guy wearing them was about 23 or 24 with streaked shaggy-blonde hair, eyes which were dark brown and locked onto the eyes of his targeted sex-mate for the night. Powerful biceps popping out of a muscle T-shirt and thighs that...
Les was certain as any virgin boy could be that he could tease and seduce Ned just by fitting himself into a perfect pair of cock-and-ass jeans. Seeing himself in them got him to feeling like a rooster and he let out one hell of a Rebel Yell to let the world know he was ready to let ride, oh yeah, Sally, oh yeah, RIDE! But it was that yell that jumped out of him that brought Ned...
At puberty a boy's eyes grow. His first intentional ejaculation with its bracing horror and glazed trance of dilated pupils fixed to his hard dick is a once-in-a-lifetime experience that triggers every shaggy rocketing of cum from then on. He is awarded a hot body--a hot body with more erections than a field of weeds. This morning on the farm Ned and Les were hot-wired to get back...
Jim O'Brian stood behind his wife on their farmhouse porch with his arms wrapped warmly around her, rocking the two of them gently side to side. After 30 years of almost non-stop labor they saw in their family and abroad their hundreds of acres of well-tended farmland something that filled them with deep joy. The pleasure of this particular morning's snuggle on the porch was knocked...
Whoever said it was OK for guys to be gay? Dumb question. But not for Ned. And Lord knows this dumb question must be around--it's rare for dumb questions to exist isolated in only one individual. That would be genius, wouldn't it? No this dumb, right-on question that was aching inside Ned was in Lester's gut, too. In Ned, whose unrealized vagrant sexuality was throwing the furniture...
Sitting on the edge of his chair at the kitchen table, Ned's right leg was bouncing rapidly and as he leaned over the table his muscular arms encircled the bowl of Cheerios he was spooning into himself while he gazed blankly at the sports page. Baseball season was in its early days and he liked seeing photos of the players in their tight pants more than he liked the game. ...
The windows are open and a light cool breeze is blowing into my room where I'm stuck in a pile of books required for my Landscape Design 102 course. The finals are close and I have already shot half the weekend reviewing the course materials. It's Saturday night and I'm dull to the books, drifting into a dreamy thing that is a mix of this text which covers the varieties ...
Pops, darts and twirls. Twinkling of half looks at one another. Longtime stretch of this partytime non-encounter is that he and I can't seem to get close enough to one another to satisfy the need to have each other in full view. What agony. I'm seeing enough that I have a drilled heat shimmering in my insides that is intensified by the absolute necessity to appear cool as I move in...
Norman is hung and he knows it. So, he has the attitude of the relentless stud who has scored, is scoring, and will ever score. I know he's got a plan for me that will score a first down in about five minutes. He's cruised me for about a week and now babe, it's gonna happen big time. It's just him and me cleaning the penthouse of rich bitch away in Europe and we have a nine hour...
Sweaty and messed-up-happy we had need of a rest from stand-up blow jobs we had just given each other in that late morning sun. Jeb had found a really great super private place in the Jersey pinelands for us to practice our manly arts upon one another. As tired as we were from the bike ride and the sex, we couldn't stop looking at one another, touching one another as if to check...
Jeb. I say your name in my head as I stoke our lust with kisses. I draw away from your mouth and begin to hit on your hard nipples with tiny, sharp lover's bites. I am white hot for you in these minutes just after you sucked me off for the first time in my life. Now we've traded places and it is you, my Greek god with the golden curls, who is laid back against our sex tree, here in...
The freshness of this Sunday morning in June made it the perfect day for pulling on my Lycra bike shorts and go riding on my new racing bike with my newfound bike shop friend. Jeb was an experienced rider who wanted to teach me how to get the most from my machine. Following him I tried to match his cadence and style. Jeb wanted me to have a really good trip on my first long...
Our bodies tangle roughly as we pass in the narrow passageway. During this drill we have full body contact, there isn't a part that doesn't get rubbed, bumped, poked or pressed upon. And our bulky clothes, all rubbery stuff with clasps, buttons, and Velcro make it impossible not to touch your mates. All the guys get off on these drills, but for different reasons. And Jim gets off on...
When a woman gets raped it is usually an act of aggression and now it is also rightly called terrorism when governments send out troops to get at targeted people--to get them to submit to the unspoken agenda of men who hate. It is never politically correct to say of a woman that she "was asking for it." You'll get some fierce reaction from most women when you say this, but without...
I roll out of bed away from my wife who is still sleeping. The erection has a name written on it. Guess who? And I am hard to make love to a man who lives in Vietnam. What can I do? We're so far apart and yet so close. The people who write me say that they like my stories. I like sex and I like sexy stories, so I'm pleased that they get off on them the way I do. I have a big ...
For three days in a row I had been with Jeffrey. I convinced myself that my publisher and agent could be put off and I said to myself that I was free to go the way of my lusty urge to be with Jeff and to lay hands on him, all his firm exposed skin, the wrinkles of his jeans and his unwrinkled need. With fingertips, lips and a half-pound of erect dick at the ready, all that was...
Temptation. Now I know it in all its pain, in its relentlessness. The feeling is the feeling I had as a kid when the bigger, older boys were chasing me. Sometimes they wouldn't just chase me fifty feet, yell "Go fuck off" and leave me alone. Sometimes one of them would make it his business to go after me and down me, punch me or rub my face in the dirt. Temptation is the feeling of...
The beginning notes suggest the joy to come That occurs when poetry and music meld, Stimulating the senses as the song Builds up to the climax, That point at which I’m lost in melody Carrying me away into the majestic world Of power, beauty and insight, Experiencing a union with music. An act of ablution, I forget the surrounding world And rise above insults and prejudices To...
I'm on a commuter train with a novel by Dostoyevsky--reading all the good parts--when this guy gets on board and suddenly I'm "The Idiot". I mean, this guy is not drop dead gorgeous, but he is young and he looks at me eye to eye and then sits down two rows in front of me. I should be able to ignore him, but I was attracted to him not just by his look to me, but by everything I...
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