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The Graduation Party

by D.B. Reed


My first day of high school was as miserable as every other freshman student's was. I was made to part my hair down the middle, to walk backward down the halls and I was forcibly removed from my own locker twice by the janitor. It was right before last period that this one big senior was bullying me and another student came up and said "Jesus Tony, what're you doin'? Don't you know who that kid is?" Tony replied that he didn't give a "flying fuck" who I was. "He's a freshman ain't he? That makes him fair game to torture the hell out of". "Not that one, he's Griff's nephew" Tony's friend said, and I was immediately left alone. "Oh shit kid, I had no idea. Honest! If I'd known that Markham was your uncle I wouldn't have.....oh shit, you won't tell him will you?" That was my first indication of exactly what kind of control my mom's younger brother had over students in the school I was to attend for the next four years. My 27-year-old uncle taught a senior level course that every student was required to take, so he was very popular among the graduating classes. He also coached football, wrestling and soccer so he was naturally closer to the male half of the student population. The girls loved him too. Jesus, you wouldn't believe how they threw themselves at him. He was no fool though, using them to grade papers, to clean his file cabinets, to wash the football warm-up shirts during Home Ec class, even his car during study hall. Still, he never did anything really wrong. One rumor that circulated about the Edwards twins (Gina and Dina) was that they came over to clean his apartment every Saturday and that he'd take turns making it with one of them while the other cleaned, then they would switch places. I recall my mom going to bat for him at the school board meeting when he was up for dismissal because of that. She spoke so eloquently that the head cheerleader stood up and admitted to starting the rumor about the Edwards twins because she was jealous. The result of that meeting was that the board gave my uncle a raise earmarked for a cleaning lady (a Polish immigrant woman in her mid-60's). While they conceded that he'd done nothing immoral they suggested that he not rock the boat. My family relationship with the most popular teacher in school opened plenty of doors. I was invited to the best parties, pursued by the very prettiest of girls and even given special consideration by a couple of teachers who knew I was Griffin Markham's nephew. One such teacher was my sophomore journalism teacher who pulled me aside in the hallway and told me that the deadline he'd given everyone in class for a project didn't apply to me. I turned it in on time nonetheless. Oddly enough, it was on a Sunday morning the day before the project for the yearbook was due that I dropped by my uncle's place shortly before noon. "Get that will you?" I heard my uncle's voice yell out and suddenly the door opened and I faced my journalism teacher. "Dustin...what are you....I mean why....um... uh..." he stuttered and stammered and all of a sudden my uncle appeared in the hallway with a bath towel wrapped around him. It was easy to see why he was so popular with the students. Damn, he looked great! He's a "dirty blond" with hair that looks brown in the winter but bleaches out in the sun. On this particular day I realized that it had been years since I'd seen my mom's brother without a shirt on. I couldn't recall him being quite so thickly coated with brown/blond hair all over his chest and belly, but I guess I'd just never noticed it before. My yearbook sponsor was still standing there, babbling in partial sentences until my uncle spoke, explaining that the weekly faculty football game had just concluded in the park next to Griff's apartment. "I offered my shower to Tom...uh, Mr. McCabe so he could clean up before he went home." "Yeah, yeah....thhat's it....a football game.. right" McCabe said nervously. "I guess I'll go take my shower now if you'll tell me where the bathroom is" he said. "Towels are in the...." my uncle began and McCabe interrupted with "Hall closet, I know" and then he immediately changed his statement to "yes I remember from the last time we played softball as a faculty". "Football!" Griff corrected him, and McCabe disappeared down the hallway. "Mom sent me over to invite you to dinner. She called a dozen times but you didn't answer the phone. You must've been out at your softball or football game or whatever it was" I said, and he gave me a absent look that made me think he wasn't concentrating on dinner plans. "Yeah? So?" I said, and he seemed to jerk himself back to reality. "Yeah sure, tell sis I'll be over for dinner. What time?" I told him when dinner was being served and yelled goodbye toward the back of Griff's place. McCabe didn't answer. He certainly knew his way around my uncle's apartment....even knew where the extra towels were. Looking back on it now I guess I was pretty dumb not to have figured things out. At school the next day I mentioned the "faculty game" to a couple of my other teachers and they looked at me like I was out of my mind. It was at the end of that year that I first heard anything about Griff's "graduation party" for his three-sport seniors. At the end of my Junior year there was another, but two of the graduating seniors were somehow left off the invitation list. Rumor was that they were excluded because they weren't yet 18 years old. As a senior I was in three sports, the three that my uncle coached. As the end of the year approached I began to wonder about this special "graduation" party. My eighteenth birthday was in the middle of May, so I knew I was entitled to attend. In the locker room during the last week of school I heard guys talking about whether they'd gotten their invitation or not. In my graduating class there were 8 guys who'd participated in all three sports, and I knew they'd all turned eighteen. Some discreet inquiries told me that I was the only one of the eight who hadn't been invited to my uncle's on the day after graduation. I was determined to find out why I'd been left out and I went to my uncle's place loaded for bear. It wasn't fair that I was losing out on a reward I'd worked my ass off for just because he was my mom's younger brother. Besides, I was as crazy about my uncle as every other student in school and I really wanted to be a part of the festivities he typically planned for his "special" guys. The super for his building was outside in the garden and he greeted me. "Hey Dustin, you just missed your uncle. He left with his friend, that guy who spends so many weekends here, the one with the expensive camera stuff". "Huh?" I said, and then I decided to try something. "Yeah, I know Roman. I just saw my uncle and his...friend...at school and he asked me to drop by and pick up something they forgot. He said you'd be here working and would let me in". "Yeah sure, no problemo" the super said, and he unlocked the door to Griff's second floor apartment for me, told me to just pull the door shut behind me when I left and that it would lock again. It wasn't a big place, only one bedroom and a small kitchen separated from the living area by a short knee-wall. I'd only seen his bedroom once, when I needed to use the bathroom while at his place. The thing that impressed me about it was that the bath- room and the walk-in closet next to it were bigger than his bedroom.....hell, bigger than his living room. I opened his closet and looked inside, immediately thinking that something was odd. On the rack opposite his shirts were three or four suit coats and sport-jackets that I couldn't recall ever seeing Griff wear. They were somehow familiar though, I'd seen them somewhere. I pulled one off the rack and slipped it on. It was tight on me, meaning that there was no way in hell that they would fit Griff. Hell, his chest and shoulders and arms were a lot bigger than mine. He probably hadn't fit into these jackets since high school, but there was a cleaning ticket on one of them, dated just the week before. A large cardboard box in the corner of the closet had the flaps open and I pulled one up to see what was inside. "Hah" I said aloud. My mother's argument when she pleaded for her brother to keep his job was that he really cared for his students. The fact that he kept 6 years worth of high school yearbooks in his closet was a testimony to that. They were in order, chronologically from the first year he'd taught. Also in that box were some photo albums, likewise dated and marked on the outside. There were the same number of photo albums as there were yearbooks. I recognized the school insignia on them and had, in fact been on the staff that published the last couple of them. Tom McCabe was the yearbook sponsor/advisor. I picked up the photo album dated the most recent year and opened the front cover. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed, suddenly realizing what was so special about my uncle's "graduation parties". Having chosen the most recent book meant that all of the guys in it had just graduated the previous year. I knew them all. The album was separated by sport, one section for football, one for wrestling and a third for soccer. Under each of the photos in the albums was a caption. "Coach gives his captain final advice on ball handling" said the first photo, one in which my uncle was shown squeezing the huge egg-shaped balls of the previous year's captain. Four more shots on that page showed him licking, then taking the guy's nuts into his mouth. The final two showed Russ Michaels blowing his load all over my uncle's face, and then kissing the man who'd been his coach for four years. "Whoa, he really is a tight end" said the caption under the next set of photos, ones in which my uncle was seen fucking another team member's ass. "Coach shows his obvious pleasure at the forward drive of this all-conference rusher" said the writing under the picture in which one of the previous year's stars plunged his cock up Griffin Markham's hairy ass-hole. The look on my uncle's face showed just how much he dug being fucked by the muscular young athlete. Every page I saw was more exciting, more erotic and more of a turn-on than the one before, and I continued to leaf through the album to the wrestling section. "Coach Griff shows this wrestler the price he has to pay for getting pinned" the text said as he sat on the chest of one of his wrestlers feeding his huge hard cock into the guy's face. "Oh-oh, Coach must've let his guard down for a moment" said the next shot which showed that same wrestler ramming his cock up my uncle's butt in the next two pages of well-done photos, some had been shot close enough to see the thick veins on Joe Montini's fat cock as it prepared to enter Griff's butt-hole. "The original Olympic wrestlers did it in the nude too!" said the next page, a series of shots of my uncle with each of his varsity wrestlers, some with Griff "on top" and some with him being the "underdog". In the last section of the book the one of the soccer team members was shown with the caption "This goalie doesn't mind being scored against so long as it's Coach Griff doing the 'scoring'". The picture showed Jamie Ross on all fours with my uncle's cock pounding his ass even though Jamie still wore his jock-strap. "Coach doesn't play favorites with his co- captains" said the next page, one in which the Boone twins (Shane and Shannon) filled Griff's butt and his face. He'd managed to avoid being fired over allegations regarding the Edwards twins several years earlier, but there's no way he could avoid the consequences if anyone else should see him in these photos. On the very final page of the book there was a photo of my uncle laying on the floor of his apart ment with the nine senior three-sporters circling him. (that didn't include the two who weren't yet eighteen and all of a sudden I realized why the participants of the 'graduation party" had to be eighteen). Somehow, the photographer caught no less than four simultaneous ejaculations shooting onto my uncle's hairy body to mingle with the five puddles already dribbling down his face, his broad shoulders and his muscular chest. He looked like a god-damned new-born puppy with all that slimy goo smeared into the hair on his upper body. I hesitated putting the most recent book down to pick up the previous one, and the one before that. Whoever took these shots was a real master of photography. I went back three years, to the class when I was a freshman. The very first page of the book was fantastic! I showed Tony DeMarco on his knees with Griff's big cock down his throat under a caption which read "Tony begs forgiveness for hazing the coach's favorite nephew". Holy shit, I suddenly realized that I was (indirectly) responsible for that scene being created. The very next page showed Tony fucking my uncle above the quote "I guess he's been forgiven!" "Coach wants this one bad!" said the next page (also with Tony) in which Griff pulled his knees up to his hairy chest to expose his ass-hole for Tony DeMarco to fuck. Almost every page of that year's album showed at least one (usually two or three) shots of him being fucked by the big-muscled, big-dicked, hairy Italian guy who'd twice forced me into my locker and then turned the combination on the lock. I turned the page and saw Tony's incredibly hairy ass cheeks being pulled apart with a request to "Fuck me coach, blow your big load up my horny ass-hole!" The final page on that year's book (with the date below) was a close-up of Tony DeMarco and my uncle Griff touching the tips of their tongue together. Each of them had a thick shadow of beard on his face and the dark hairs on Tony's chest mixed and mingled with the blond-brown blanket of Griff Markham. There were two more books, but since I didn't know any of the participants (other than my uncle) in them it wasn't the same. Also, all the shots in those first two albums were done with a Poloroid camera, and it looked like they were taken by whomever wasn't involved directly in the photo. Certainly not the same quality as the last few. I went back to the book with Tony DeMarco in it and barely opened the front page before I heard someone coming in. Oh shit! I closed the book, put it back into the box and crouched down in the corner of the closet after closing the door. "Damn!" I heard my uncle say and another voice (familiar but I couldn't place it) replied. "It's your own god-damned fault Griffin. You should've made sure he'd be home. Getting rid of his mother wasn't enough!" "Aw shut up and take your fucking camera home you pompous ass-hole" Griff said curtly. "I fucked up okay? Let's not make a big deal of it". "Hey, let's make the best of things here. I don't need to leave. We can set the timer on the camera and get some good shots of us going at it. I wouldn't mind ...." the mystery voice started, and I heard my uncle cut him off. "Sorry, I'm not in the mood. I'd figured this day would be incredible, even better than the last few years. Yeah, we could do it, but you'd know I was thinking about someone else while I fucked you". Jesus, my uncle was being brutal to this guy, whoever he was. I couldn't help but wonder who he had been hoping to be with? Who had made this afternoon such a disaster that he was willing to turn down an obviously willing piece of ass. "I'll call you tomorrow Mac" he said, and I heard the front door shut. Okay, his friend was gone, but that didn't help me much. I was still stuck in his closet though I'd managed to put all the books (school yearbooks and amateur photo albums) back into the box and made sure that the flaps were folded back as they'd been earlier. Or had I? I began to panic, wondering whether I'd put the flaps back as they were. He might not notice, but then again.... Still hiding in the corner of the closet I heard him walk by the closet and into the bathroom. In just a moment I heard the sound of him taking a piss. Jesus, he went on and on and on and I decided to take my chances with slipping out while he was busy. I silently opened the closet door and began tip-toeing out of his apartment. "Hey, who's out there?" he called (I guess I wasn't as silent as I thought I was). "Did you forget something Mac?" and I tried to reach the door before he came out of the bathroom. I turned around, reaching for the doorknob behind me and saw him appear in the doorway of the bedroom. "Dustin, what are you doing here?" he said, then "How'd you get in?" "Uh...um...the door was open just a bit so I let myself in. Hope you don't mind" I said, and he said something about "....stupid ass-hole can't even shut the door tight when he leaves". "So what's up kid?" he asked me and I said that I'd just dropped by because ma was out of town for a few days. "She got a call from Aunt Mae telling her to go visit grandma. She's in one of her 'moods' again. She'll be gone until Monday" "Yeah I know" he said, then added "...uh she called me this morning at school and asked me to keep an eye on you. You might have turned 18, but you're still her little boy, you know". "What the matter Dustin? You look like you're upset about something" he asked. "No....not really it's just....well....oh shit Griff, why wasn't I invited to your graduation party. I've got all the qualifications. I've busted my ass for you in three sports, I'm graduating in the top 25% of my class and I've just turned 18. As far as I know that's one more qualification than every other guy who's gotten an invite to your party the day after graduation." "Yeah well, there's one more thing that sets you apart from the other guys. I'm your uncle damnit, and while that shouldn't make a difference I'm afraid some of the guys might be uncomfortable with you around. "What's the matter coach? You afraid to let me see you fucking the shit out of the guys, or are you worried that they won't want to do it with me here?" "Oh...you found the books when you were in my closet huh?" he said, and I asked how he knew I'd been there. "I saw your reflection in the bathroom mirror when you slipped out. Too bad you didn't let me know you were here right when we came in. Want to know the real pisser here? I was over at your place trying to find you when you were going through my private collection. "Huh, I heard your...friend say that you'd been out hoping to get it on with some guy. There was something about getting the guy's mother out of the way so you could have the afternoon together. "Who was it Griff? Was it Beau Taylor, or Andy Morielli or that big-dicked black stud Regis St. George?" "You stupid shit! I went over to your place. It wasn't Aunt Mae that called your mom, it was the attendance office secretary who sounds enough like grandma's sister to convince sis to go visit the old girl this weekend. I arranged to get your mom out of town but forgot to make sure you'd be home when McCabe and I showed up". "McCabe?!" I said and suddenly it all fit into place. The reason Griff's photo-fuck-books were so well done was that they were done by a guy with plenty of experience....my journalism teacher/ yearbook sponsor. "By now you know what goes on with my graduation parties. This year I had a special one planned....one that wasn't going to be open to any- one but you and me.....well, and Tom to take the pix. Jesus Dustin, I've been hot to get at you for years and I don't want to share you with the other guys at that party the day after graduation. The party to which all my team mates had been invited was suddenly cancelled when Griff's mother died. The call from "Aunt Mae" had been almost prophetic. My mom spent a wonderful weekend with her mother before the grande dame dropped dead of a heart attack. My mother was barely back in town before she got the news. It had been a great weekend for Griff and me. We did everything (and more) that I saw in the photos of previous graduates. Eventually McCabe showed up and I felt a little inhibited at first knowing that my forbidden activities with Griff were being preserved on film. After a while though it was as if he wasn't even there and my uncle and I fucked and sucked and did all sorts of things that McCabe seemed to enjoy immensely. Gran's death resulted in a small inheritance for my uncle (and for my mother). It was enough for him to take a year off to go back to school and complete his master's degree. Typically the university I'd enrolled in did not allow freshmen to live off-campus but Griff pulled some strings and got permission for me to share an off-campus apartment with him The housing office official met with both of us and was easily convinced that my uncle would be a good influence on me during the year. If they only knew!


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45 Gay Erotic Stories from D.B. Reed

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Can't Get Enough

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Caught--At Home

She acted a little hesitant when I suggested that I drop by to visit them while I was in town. My mother had recently remarried and was very frank with me that she was concerned my arrival might cause a problem. "Aw, c'mon mom, it's only for a couple of days" I insisted, and she finally agreed to let me visit the Connecticut farm that her new husband had bought for

Caught--At School

I'll bet you figure because I spend a lot of time at school after hours that I'm a very serious student. That couldn't be farther from the truth. It's just that I can't get a ride home until later on, so I'm sort of forced to spend the extra time. Six weeks past my eighteenth birthday, I'm certainly capable of driving myself home but there's this little problem with my driver's

Caught--In The Convent

I remember Sr. Carmella being in charge back when I went to school at St. Dominic's. She had to be at least 100 years old--even back then. We called her Sr. "Cruella" at the time, for obvious reasons. Never in all my wildest of dreams did I ever imagine I'd be back at that place, but the alternative of jail seemed to be a bit harsh to handle. Okay, I got caught doing

Caught....In The Locker Room

I went to work that year with a resolve not to make the same mistakes I'd made before. After all, things were different now! I was a married man, with a newborn baby and the responsibility of providing for my family and all. My new principal (she insisted on being called Ms. McGuire) had evidently not heard of the circumstances behind my leaving my last job. Or else she didn't give

Caught...With The Soccer Jock

It was exactly a week after I took the team and individual pictures that I sent the photos to school, though Todd's went directly to his house in a plain manila envelope. Not wanting to trust it to the mail, I hand- delivered it......okay, I had other reasons for personal delivery. In the week since I'd talked the hunky high school senior (over 18 !) into posing for me for

Conan And Friends

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Dario 'n Dad, Part 1

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Dario 'n Dad, Part 2

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Dario 'n Dad, Part 3

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Dear John

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Down On The Farm

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For Sale By Owner

We'd lived in that house for several years and it just got too small for us. I figured it would sell immediately and couldn't believe when it didn't. Each time of the year presents a new pain-in-the-ass as far as owning a vacant home. In the winter it was the danger of freezing pipes. Spring rains brought the threat of flooding, and in the summer the lawn had to be mowed.

Former Coach/Future Lover

I took notice of him right away that first day. It was a huge lecture class that met at 8:00 in the morning and it wasn't going to be very easy to drag myself out of bed to get there. At least the weather was still nice. The professor up front used a huge screen and a PA system in order to be seen and heard before the class of approximately 300. It didn't take long for me

Happy Birthday Baby!

"Oh yeah, oh fuck me harder. Make me cum all over your big hairy chest man!" I shouted. "I want to blow my load all over your face!" I insisted, and he told me that's what he wanted to. Arching his back to drive his massive cock farther into me, he swore like a sailor or a trucker rather than a stock broker and every foul word from his mouth excited me more

Jason's Big Crush

As his huge hard cock pumped deep up into my eager ass-hole I could hardly believe it was finally happening. I lay there with my legs wrapped around him to drive him further into the dark recesses of my aching chute and thought of all the times I'd fantasized about this very moment. I think my first sexual feeling was about him. I remember being about 12 years old and looking

Late-night

I looked at the clock and realized that he was nearly an hour later than when he said he'd be there. Damn! I was so fucking horny I could hardly stand it. I couldn't wait to feel his big cock up my hot ass-hole. For all of you who are pro wrestling fans you'll appreciate the fact that he looks like an absolute double for Arne Anderson, big and blond and stocky and built like

My Birthday Present

Okay, I wasn't really born until 4:38 in the afternoon but as far as the law was concerned I was legally eighteen from the stroke of midnight the night before. This was the day I'd been waiting for four years and I wasn't going to risk letting it pass by without getting what I wanted. He came by the house every week or so to check things out. As part of their divorce

My Brother

I sat with my grandfather at the family picnic and I think he sensed it would be his last. His oxygen tank was attached to the wheelchair in order to give him a constant supply of air. "Go on Danny, go play volleyball with the rest of the guys" he urged me, but I told him I didn't feel much like it right then. This particular picnic was also a graduation party

My Brother The Black Sheep

I couldn't recall the last time I'd seen him, or even the last time he'd called home. My folks seemed concerned about him coming back to visit, though I wasn't sure why other than knowing that my brother Jack was the black sheep of the family. A week shy of my eighteenth birthday, I was the "baby" of the family, with Jack being the oldest at 33. The three girls

My Dad's Twin Brother

Evidently, back when they were my age my dad and his twin brother looked so much alike that even their mother sometimes couldn't tell them apart....until they opened their mouth anyway. Then the difference between them became immediately obvious, because of their almost totally different personalities. Now it's easy to tell them apart because my ultra-conservative

My Night With Les Stine

Just about the time I graduated from college and got my first job the video industry had pretty much perfected the VHS tape. What a good deal for me! I think I must've spent half my first year's salary on porno tapes, and one of my favorite male sex flick stars was a guy named Les Stine. Les looked to be in his early twenties and he loved to be fucked. In some of his

Riding The Lawnboy

I rounded the corner and drove into the cul-de-sac where we'd lived for the last 15 years and there he was. "Oh shi-i-it!" I said aloud, reacting to the sight of him behind the lawn mower. I remember being turned on by him when he was hardly even a teen-ager. No wait, he was just twelve when I caught myself fantasizing about him. Okay wait! Stop right there! That's

Set Up For Life!

".....where you will remain in custody until a date eight months from today at which time, according to the dictates of this state, you will be put to death by electrocution. May God have mercy on your soul young man". At first I just sat there dumbfounded by what I was hearing, but then as the deputies came and handcuffed me to lead me off to the state penitentiary I started

Sex And The 7-11

It's not the first time this has happened to me, and it probably won't be the last either. I was at the neighborhood gas station/convenience mart and watched as this real hunky guy left his wife (?) pumping the gas while he headed off to the store area. He looked hot! Really hot in a pair of khaki slacks (nicely filled out by a solid muscular butt) and a T-shirt that wasn't

The Barber

I'll never forget the first time he came into the shop. It was a Thursday morning just before noon and we were getting ready to close up for the day. (We're only open 'til noon on Thursday). I had the Corcoran brat in my chair, giving him his monthly buzz-cut and my partner Rob was just finishing up on Mr. Sutton, the old geyser who comes in every other Thursday for a trim.

The Bear Hunter

I know people who take vacation days on the first day of hunting or fishing season so that they can get the jump on the competition. I don't go to that extreme, because I do my hunting all year long. Being a school teacher is a great occupation for me because it gives me the whole summer to hunt for my favorite prey.....bear! Before you turn me into the game warden I

The Completed Pass

"Douglas Reed" I answered into my phone and I began to get hard immediately as I recognized the voice on the other end of the line. It happened to me all the time. "Hey Tim, what's up?" I asked (knowing that one thing "up" was my big cock). He told me that he'd gotten together a Saturday football game with guys from the old neighborhood. "You

The Diary

Yes, I remember exactly the day I found the diary. We were up in my uncle Grady's attic, where I'd just fucked my cousin Eric and was bent over this old trunk to take his cock up my hot and hairy ass- hole. Eric wasn't quite so good as his younger brother Tim or his older brother Mike, so I was easily distracted by the fact that the latches on the trunk were unlocked. I

The Graduation Party

My first day of high school was as miserable as every other freshman student's was. I was made to part my hair down the middle, to walk backward down the halls and I was forcibly removed from my own locker twice by the janitor. It was right before last period that this one big senior was bullying me and another student came up and said "Jesus Tony, what're you doin'?

The Landlord

Living in a college town has given me some opportunities I wouldn't normally have. I don't depend on the university of my livelihood so I'm not concerned about funding bullshit. There's a beautiful park in town that's lined with student apartments on one side and expensive town homes on the other. That's where I live, but the park has proven a great place to meet guys - not

The Lifeguard

"Oh yeah, Oh shit yeah fuck me man! Shoot your big hot load up my hot ass-hole baby!" I was saying, reveling in the feel of his thick blond chest-coat up against my own smooth front. Suddenly though, a voice jolted me out of my wonderful dream and back to reality. "David, David Benjamin Reed, wake up" she shrieked. "You don't want to be late for your very first day of

The Music Salesman

In three years I'd seen him only three times, once each year at about the very same time. Vince worked for the music store which handled rentals for my school band program in a small East Coast elementary school. My regular representative (Marv) brought Vince along each year on the one night when we would sign up as many as 100 rentals in a three-hour period. Those three times

The One-nighter

She always blames our arguments on the fact that I drink too much. I always say I drink too much because she's such a bitch. We're both to blame, but the truth is that after ten years of marriage and four kids we just don't seem to get along very well. As I pulled out the driveway following our most recent blow-up I knew exactly what I wanted to do. It wasn't being drunk that

The Reunion

"Oh shit yeah, take it! Take my big hard cock up your hot ass-hole man!" I shouted as I pistoned in and out of him right there among the oak trees at the park. I'd already sucked his cock, drained him completely and then went to work on his tasty, smooth butt with my tongue. It didn't take long for him to beg me to fuck him, and we'd gotten so into it that I didn't even

The Ritual

I've started every weekday the same for the last five years. I work the midnight to 6:00 a.m. shift (but usually leave at 5:30 because I don't take a break at all). By 6:00 I'm pulling into the driveway of a house halfway between work and my own home. I let myself in with my own key and tiptoe down the hallway to the bedroom. He's always asleep when I silently turn the

The Stable

I guess you could call me the "black sheep" of the Reed family. I've done some pretty outrageous things during my life, some pretty big scams. If it makes an easy buck I'll do it though. The state thinks I run a horse-rental operation from my "office" but a second phone line that comes in gets more business. I was on that line with some woman who'd mistakenly gotten the number

The Step-Son's Visit

Yeah I could see it the minute I first met him. The kid couldn't keep his eyes off me, off my well built chest and the fact that all that hair poked out the opening of my shirt. This kid was the same as every other teenager hot for my hunky and hairy body. Well, not exactly the same because this one was my new step-brother. The last thing in the world that I wanted to do

The Summer Guest

I didn't want to appear too anxious so I let the front bell ring a second time before pulling open the door. "Hi" I said, and he said an awkward "Hello" back to me. Oh shit, he was even better than I'd imagined. He had to be 6'3" or 6'4" and I'll bet he weighs about 225 already. Brilliant blue eyes and light brown (almost blond hair) and a handsome smile on a face that didn't

The Taco Man, Part 1

The Taco Man, Part I Oh fuck! I'd done this a hundred times before. It was a lot like any other time, standing in line in a public place and I'd see a really hot looking guy. It's always been easier to cruise guys outdoors, like at the zoo or in Lincoln Park because I normally wear sunglasses when I'm outside. This time it was in the mall. We'd stopped in to pick

The Taco Man, Part 2

The Taco Man, Part II I got to Rick's apartment a few minutes early, I just couldn't wait. I pushed the button outside the door but didn't hear anything ring or buzz inside. I rapped on the door and still got no response. "Hello!" I called in through the open window, but apparently no one was home. I looked at my watch, remembered that he'd said he wanted to

The Translator

I love my job! Plenty of people wouldn't care for the amount of travel I have to do, but it's just the thing for me. I'm out of the country about 20 days per month and the rest of the time I'm off. On the days I do work I have to do something for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes and then I'm free to go exploring in whatever foreign city I'm sent to. My outrageous salary (now

The Wedding's Off!

Looking back on it now I realize that we never should've even planned to get married at all. Both of us were on the rebound - she from a second failed marriage and me from the loss of my love of several years. Stacy and I had been together since college, and had decided that we didn't need the benefit of a marriage license to legally join us. We'd just put a bid on a small house

Triple The Pleasure

The minute the new transfer student came into my first period class I thought he looked familiar. There's no way I could've known this Adam Franklin though. Still, just seeing him brought back plenty of memories. Mitch Taylor and I grew up together, he was just a year older than me and the nearness of our houses made us be best buddies whether we wanted to or not. During the summer

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