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Full Circle

by Nathan Harvey


Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if your are not eighteen or this turns you off, don't read it. Full Circle By Nathan Harvey I was Carlson Tennyson and I was a man to be reckoned with. I am in my early thirties and I was already richer than any man deserves to be. It was said that I was one of the cruelest most arrogant fagots in town. Strong men would pale when I entered The Leathers bar looking for my new conquest. I would select my victim and then seduce him with charm. If that didn’t work I would offer money. I’d learned that tactic from my father at a very young age--every man had his price. Money could buy me anything I wanted and I bought everything I wanted. When a man said no it was a matter of finding his soft spot, sometimes it was a loss of his job, or perhaps his home. Other times it was something he cherished. A straight married man could be fucked if he thought it would save his wife or daughter from harm. Washington my nigger driver had always warned me that someday I was going to pay the price for my actions--laughing saying. “…what goes around comes around in a full circle and when that happens you will be gladly pay the price.” I’d long since found that with money, any man could be had and I always got what I wanted. There wasn’t a man in town I didn’t have at least once. I liked a lot of variety and when I would get bored, it was a small matter to jet to someplace warm and wonderful. Men were the same everywhere and my money did my talking and my cock did my fucking. I lived now for the moment, for the next ass to plunder. I was young and some said I was handsome and I was going to make damn sure I got what was coming to me. Poor Washington was there to always pick me up when I fell, so what the hell! I was damn well going to fuck my way across America and Europe and back. If there was time as my last fling I was going to get some of that back ass in Africa. I had seen Washington naked a few times and I knew niggers were hot and hung. Then my life came to this crashing end. I was stunned when the bank returned my checks saying I was insolvent. Living at this accelerated pace I had managed to go from incredibly rich to almost penniless in a matter of ten short years. Well today I was going to blow what little money I had left. I was going to celebrate with something really different. All my live I had screwed white boys, but I fantasized about fucking a nigger’s black ass—and tonight I was going to do it--but it was going to be in style. I wasn’t just going to rent some darkie by the hour, I wanted a banquette of hot nigger assess to pick and choose from. I decided tonight I was going to have it all--I would make those black boys beg for me to fuck them. When I told Washington, my black driver, what I wanted--being the ever-faithful obedient servant he suggested I should save what little money I had left. Washington knew I would get what I wanted, so he began telling me about this seedy black steam bath were all the black hunks hung out. Wanting to know more, he said it was located above a linen shop on the near north side of the city. I told him to make the arrangements for me. When he set the phone down he said I was going to get all the black men I could handle. The told me they said that if I’d come tonight, that they would be all ready for me. It was then I told Washington I was sorry, but I would no longer be able to keep him in my employment. He said he understood. Then he left the room to bring the car around. Leave it to Washington to mother me, for as long as I could remember he had wiped my nose and my ass. When I went cruising, he would always follow me in the limo making sure I was safe. In Washington’s own way I think he loved me, because he was always there to take care of me. He had looked after me all though school and in my wild untamed years. No mater how badly I treated the man, he always was there for me. As I told him so often, it was a shame he was a nigger--we might have been friends. Well that was another matter, he was born to serve and I was born a taker. He said noting on that long drive, and finally pulled up in front of the building. He pointed out the entrance to the Baths. Getting out of the Limo and heading toward the stairway on the south side of the shop, I turned to see Washington pulling away. For the first time in my life I didn’t have him watching over me. I got a lot of looks and catcalls from the blacks loitering outside the bath. I gave them the finger. I was use to being checked out--but not by this worthless black trash. If I do say so myself I was one hot looking dude. Shit, I always attracted attention wherever I went. Well as Scarlet said, “Tomorrow’s another day.” After heading up the dark stairs, I entered the main room. I could see it wasn’t much of a place, but at least it was clean. Washington had told me to asked for Walter and tell him that he’d sent me. Watching as these two blacks flashed their membership cards and paid the entrance fee, the door clicked and they went inside. Moving up to this small barred window, I saw this big mean looking bare-chested black man. Leaning forward in this threatening manner, he said this club was for members only, then added black members. He asked what a white honky wanted here anyway. Not to be put off by this rude black beast, I said Washington Addison had called about me coming down that he had paid for me to get the full treatment. After giving me a dirty smile, he shoved this paper in front of me and said it was necessary to sign a waver for injury before he could let me in. After I signed, he shoved a key at me and pointed to this black steel door. There was a click and as I opened the door, he said everything had been arranged--just as Washington had requested. As I was going in and he was still busy asking the guys for their membership cards, I heard one of them asking what the honky was doing here. I heard him telling them something about training him for his new master. I figured it really didn’t concern me. I was just hot to fuck some nigger ass. Moving down the narrow little hall and passing some hunky looking niggers, I knew this was going to be one hot night. Passing cubical after cubical I was pleasantly surprised to find this room with a normal door on it. Washington had outdone himself this time. Going in, I was pleased to find the room almost pleasant. I began to undress and after I was naked, I wrapped a towel around my middle. I wanted to get the lay of the land, so to speak. As soon as I opened the door, these two big blacks stood there blocking my way. Looking me up and down, one taller one said I must be the new boy here for training. Telling him I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, he asked if my name was Carlson Tennyson. When I said yes he reached over and pulled off my towel. Then after he positioned himself behind me, he shoved this needle in my ass. He told me to relax--I was about to begin training for my new role in life. He shoved me back into the room saying he was going to get to show me what a real man felt like up my ass. After looking at his enormous cock, I said that there was no way he was going to shove that horse cock of his up my ass. After trying to push past him, I suddenly found myself on my back on that little cot with him puling my legs up over his shoulders. Then I heard the announcement blaring over the P.A, “We have a white meat special tonight in room forty five for training. Enjoy yourselves Boys.” I immediately wanted to fight him off, but suddenly the room seemed to be spinning and I began getting this strange far away feeling. Trying to focus on this face, I saw him grinning at me. I heard him say he was about to find out if my honky ass was as sweet a fuck as the boys said it would be. As if in a daze, I just watched him reach over and grab a fist full of lube from a big tin can. He began greasing himself up. Then he rammed a finger of the stuff up my ass and worked his fingers into me. He then laughed, telling the other guy that they had a real virgin here. I began screaming out “NO” Then I was begging him not to do this. Suddenly, there was this blinding white pain in my ass as he made entry. I tried to scream again, but the other man quickly forced a gag into my mouth, saying we didn’t want to disturbed the other men having a good time here tonight. I now realized there was no way in hell I could fight both of them off. My arms now felt like they weighed a thousand pounds each and finding myself bent almost double, I was now at their mercy. Feeling that monstrous cock pushing deeper into my ass, I began thrashing around trying to escape the weapon. My assailant was just laughing. Then he made a giant thrust. The pain ripped through me--I must have fainted. When I came around it felt like this black bastard had crawled inside my body. As he continued pounding my ass with his cock, my whole body was being jarred. I’d never known such pain--with each thrust my whole insides seemed to be ripped apart. Still, I could feel my cock--now hard as a rock-- pressing against his chest. To my horror, I was leaking cum all over my belly as my body began responding to him. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, he then began gyrating his hips--stretching my ass even wider. Slowly my body began accept that enormous cock inside me and he began sliding in and out of my ass like a well-oiled machine. Then I heard him groan, and immediately thereafter, I felt this blast of cum shooting into my gut. Then my own cock began spewing it load of cum all over my stomach.. His face was close to mine now. He grinned and laughing said, “See bitch, you love black meat up your ass--and tonight is you lucky night!” Looking around in panic, I could see the room filling with all these black bodies--all wanting a piece of me. Then someone pulled the gag from my mouth and shoved his cock down my throat. By now my body was raging with this wild lust and I began sucking on that cock like an animal on its mama’s tit. I felt another needle invade my ass. My ass began to feel like it was on fire, and the only thing that could put it out was another big black cock. No sooner was one cock finished with me, than I was begging for another. My last conscious thoughts were that this wasn’t how it was suppose to be--I was not the one to be fucked--I was the stud here. In utter desperation I began to realize that Washington was the one that was doing this to me. I was going to rip that bastard’s balls off when I got my hands on him. About then someone shoved this popper-soaked rag in my face, forcing me to breathe in that fowl smelling stuff. Trying in my mind to fight those wild cravings that were now raging through my body, I finally surrendered to my lustful libido, and began begging for more. It must have been several hours that the men pulled me around and pushed me into every know position humanly possible, forcing their cocks into every opening in my body. Finally, there was this soft voice in my ear telling me I was nothing--I was a slut--unfit for anything but being a whore. Slowly even my mind began accepting I was nothing but a bitch. My mind was so confused and my body craved still more cock. Then there were those continuing shots in the ass and my mind just seemed to cease functioning and my body took control of my actions. After a while I began to need those shots—hell I was now begging for them! I was on this high and I didn’t want to come down. My mind didn’t even realize that the hours were becoming days and the days had become weeks. The shots and the fucking went on. My mind had simply shut down. My only need now was to be used--to be fucked. This was now my life my very existence. My body craved these black gods and I was eager and willing to be their whore--their toilet or even their personal valet. Using my tongue, I would lick their bodies clean and if they raised their arms I would clean their armpits. If they lifted their legs, I would then lick and clean their balls. My life’s total purpose was to serve and to be used. When they finally led me to the showers, someone said I was now graduating--this was the final step. This wall of black men made a circle around me, and then they began giving me a golden shower. Once I was soaked with urine, they began shaving my head and body. Kneeling there as my hair fell around me in urine soaked clumps, the last of my manhood slipped away. I was no more than a vessel for these men now, someone to give them release. When they had finished with me, they hosed the loose hair off of me by pissing on me again. I had no pride now. I was a thing to be used. Then, this one older black man came forward with his big heavy cock hanging in front of me. He lifted it and pressed it to my lips. I opened my mouth and he began pissing into my throat. I then bowed my head, having again accepted I was nothing but filth--put here to service any man. I was then led to another room where I was fitted with this metal collar. When that had been fixed and secured permanently around my neck, I was told this collar was to always remind me that I was nothing but a worthless slave--born to serve. Bowing my head in submission, I willfully acknowledged the fact. I now accepted my new life. My world became this bench in the shower room where I was kept chained. I was now a fixture of the bath. I was now fucked day and night by all kinds of black men, young and old, big and small. It no longer mattered what they looked like, the only thing that mattered to me now was what was hanging between their legs. Whoever I had once been, was just a dim memory now. Whatever life I had had became a distant, unreal memory. I was a servant, a whore for any man that wanted me. Over that next month, my only dream was to have a master that I could serve and please. Laying there on my bench covered with cum and urine, when I was alone and I would hear someone in the hall, I would call out--begging them to come in and fuck me. My was life now about service. That was how Washington found me! --naked with a huge black cock deep in my throat--sucking on it for desperately for its juice. Standing there watching me as I sucked that young man dry, I turned to Washington and began begging to suck his cock. Washington moved quickly to me and stood there with is legs apart. I began undoing his zipper. As his cock slid deep into my throat, I could hear someone telling Washington my training was complete and I was now a fully trained bitch—and ready to serve him. After hearing this, I took his load and cleaned him. I stayed there--kneeling with my head bowed. I waited for his command. His gentle voice asked me what my name was. Looking up at Washington, I said I was a nobody, a slut and a bitch that serviced men. When he asked who was my master, I began kissing and cleaning his boots with my tongue. I was now begging him to be my master. Grinning and throwing me a pair of cutoffs, he told me to dress. As I was pulling on the tight pants I could hear the men telling Washington my mind was a clean slate. He could now program me anyway he wanted to. They said that I would eventually remember my past life, but I would never be anything but an obedient slave. When I had the tight leather cut-off pants on and zipped up, my cock was hanging out of the leg. Washington said I looked like a proper slave now. Then attaching a leash to my collar, he began leading me down the stairs, telling me it was time to have me marked. He opened the trunk of his sedan, telling me he didn’t want to soil his car with trash. He then told me to climb in. As I began to crawl into the trunk, a gathering of black hoods crowded around, poking and groping me. Washington moved back looking at the thugs and asked what their problem was. One of them stepped forward saying they wanted a blowjob from the white slut. Laughing and saying, “Is that all boys?”, he snapped his fingers at me. I crawled out of the trunk and knelt before them--eager to obey my master’s order. Knowing they were all going to get serviced, they began forming a little half circle around me and I set to work servicing them. When I had finished the last cock, I was told to thank the boys. Doing as I was commanded I thanked each of the boys and then I crawled into the trunk. Watching as they went back to lounging on the corner, their apparent leader called out, thanking Washington. I licked my lips as I watched Washington pull the lid of the trunk closed. Soon, I could feel the car begin to move into traffic. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the taste of the cum still in my mouth. I drifted off to sleep. Soon the car stopped moving and the trunk opened. I could hardly see from the glaring light of day. Looking around at this shabby storefront, I had just a brief chance to see the lettering on the dirty window. It read, “Tattoos and Body Piercing”. As Washington pulled me thought the store, I was too numb to feel any sort of shame about my near naked body. I had ceased to become a person; I was now Washington’s boy. What followed next was my being branded with his mark. In big bold letters across my chest it read--“Property of Washington Addison”. Leading me over to another section, Washington selected my new body jewelry. Sitting there trying to make my Master proud of me, the craftsman began piercing my nipples. Then I got a Prince Albert in my cock. This done, Washington paid the man and told me to show him how grateful I was for his work. Kneeling there and undoing his jeans, I gently lifted his hard cock to my mouth and showed him how grateful I was for him working on me. When I had cleaned him off, Washington led me to the car telling me he was taking me to my new home now. Waiting at the trunk as it clicked open, I crawled inside and pulled the lid down--eager to began my new life. I quickly learned that to disobey my master meant getting punished. When I behaved, I was rewarded, when I failed or just was a bit slow, I was beaten. Ever so slowly I began to remember bits and pieces of my former life. After a few weeks of this training Washington decided it was time to show me off. Dressing me in leather shorts and sandals, he attached a leash to my slave collar. Then leading me out to the car, I quickly took my place in the trunk, as he drove to The Leathers for an evening of drinking and merriment. When we were parked and I had crawled out of the trunk, I bowed my head in respect to my master and followed behind him. The minute we entered the bar, a hush fell over the room. I vaguely remembered that I had been very well known here in that other life. Now everyone was looking at me standing there collared and half naked with the words, “Property of Washington Addison” emblazoned across my chest. As we moved to the bar, I had flashbacks of my life here before and I could hear the snickers and giggling at what I had become. Knowing my place now, I kept my head bowed in obedience. As Washington slid onto a bar stool, I kneeled there at his feet waiting for his commands. He asked me if I wanted a beer. He then asked the barkeep for a bowl for his boy. All eyes watched us as Washington set down the dog dish. Kissing his feet and licking his shoes clean to show my gratitude. When I had finished his shoes, I began lapping up the beer. Washington seemed to be having a great time talking and joking with everyone. Finishing his beer, he suddenly stood up, saying he needed to relive himself. Pulling up on my leash, I knelt before him, undoing his zipper. After my taking Washington’s cock out and placing it in my open mouth--he began pissing. I made sure I didn’t spill a drop and shame myself. After licking him clean and placing his cock back into his pants, he zipped up. Patting my head and calling me a good bitch, he led me from the bar. There was a loud round of applause and cheering. Somehow the phrase full circle came to my mind as I took my place in the trunk--ready to return to my duties. Comments may be made to Nathan Harvey at harveynate@AOL.com


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85 Gay Erotic Stories from Nathan Harvey

A Man And His Dog

It was a hot day that summer and I was sitting on the porch of our little two-story house that Sunday afternoon wondering what I was going to do this summer vacation. I was glad now I was eighteen and would be able to move out after graduation. Since mother had married Steve Keller and moved to the country to live with him she paid little attention to me. I told her I couldn’t wait

Adam

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you are not eighteen or if this turns you off, don't read it. Adam By Nathan Harvey I had always known dad had another child from some woman he knocked up in college, but nothing more was ever said about it. It was after my eighteenth

Adonis

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Adonis By Nathan Harvey I’d made my home in Chicago now for over a year and I loved

Black Daddy

It was a hot day that summer and sitting on the porch of our little farm house I was glad that graduation was over and done with. I'd decided that now that I was nineteen I was going to move away from this place. It was one thing when mother hired that black stud from jig town to do the farm work. It was something else again when she started letting him shower and clean up in

Born to Serve Man

Warning: this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex featuring consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. Disclaimer: This is fiction; the characters are not depictions of any real persons, living or dead. What you make of this story is entirely your own perception. Born to Serve Man By Nathan Harvey Growing up and

Buddies

  Steve and I had been buddies since we were little boys in grade school. We'd gotten into trouble together and done all the kid things boys do. We'd learned to smoke together and when we would sleepover we'd sack-out naked, beating off and talking about sex-- all best buddies talk. As we got older we got split up and ended up

Bull

It was against my better judgment coming back to Peru, Indiana for our Class reunion, but we were here. The dance music droned on as a group of us sat at the table, talking about the “The Old Days” when we all led that enchanted life of high school students. It was strange how each one of them remembered there being the most popular person in school. Well if that’s how

Caught in the Act

Disclaimer: This is fiction; the characters are not depictions of any real persons, living or dead. What you make of this story is entirely your own perception. Barry and I were setting in the Leathers bar wondering why we bothered to waste our time here night after night. It was always the same dismal scene. Everyone would sit around on Friday night posing and primping and making

Champion

We'd just returned from helping Jason, my brother, move into his new apartment. Mother was telling every one that would listen to her how wonderful Jason was, and how close he and his little brother were. She kept telling people it was because that Jason had a hand in caring for his little brother. Jason had even been the one to suggest Mark for my name. Damn, I hated it when she

Chico's Boy

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if your are under eighteen or if this turns you off, don't read it. Chico’s Boy By Nathan Harvey As we pointed our old clunker south, I was excited about starting my new life. Looking over that that handsome Mexican stud, he was everything

Destiny's Child

As a child growing up I never really gave any thought how different I was from the other guys. I played all the same games that they did, swam bare ass with them and smoked my first cigarettes with them in back of our garage. Sometimes in the summer we would all sit in a huddle talking about what we were going to be when we grew up. Then as we began getting older, we began comparing our cocks

Dr. Goodlove

Warning: this is work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if your are not eighteen or this turns you off, don't read it. Dr Goodlove By Nathan Harvey I had done it the hard way, me Morris Goodlove--kid from the wrong side of the tracks, I was graduating from UIC at the top of my class as a medical

Drifter

It had been over four years, almost five since Grandpa had been appointed as my legal guardian. He had to pull a lot of strings, because I was not really his grandson by blood. I’d been adopted by my parents and he and I weren’t really related. He had a lot of pull in our county, so he managed to get custody of me. It didn’t take me long for me to find out why he wanted me. From

El Rancho

The valley was surrounded by miles of dusty arid wasteland, making El Rancho an Eden in a wasteland. It was a handsome ranch with low buildings of white stucco and red tile roofs, nestled in this green valley with garden like pastures and walking trails. Casey Morrison had selected the perfect secluded spot for his Gay tourist ranch. He did no advertising and the only way past the

Executive Sweets

I'd gotten up late this morning and I had to rush to dress for work. I wanted to look especially nice today; I was being interview by personnel for a new promotion. The office grapevine had it that that the new position was an important service position to Mr. Sams the company president. I'd been with the company for five years and I'd done every thing to get ahead. I lived in

First Love

Ever since I was a small kid I’d spent all my free time in my bedroom on my computer. It had become the window to my world, my teacher in all things that I could never asked my parents about. I could go always go on line and find answers to anything I needed to know. My computer wasn’t like it was for me in High School, it never called me a nerd or a fag, it was my friend and

First Time

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. First time By Nathan Harvey Bobby Tyler and I had been buddies as far back as kindergarten and I think I was in love with him even then. I know they always say gay people are not born that way, but I

Friend, Lover, Master

It was a great day when I graduated collage. This would be an end of putting up with all the dumb hicks in this small town. This was the first day of my new life. Ever since I was a small kid I’d planed on ways of getting out of this dumpy little town of South Bend. It was a town of losers. I was tired of all the simpering religious fagots and easy women who pranced around in their

Full Circle

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if your are not eighteen or this turns you off, don't read it. Full Circle By Nathan Harvey I was Carlson Tennyson and I was a man to be reckoned with. I am in my early thirties and I was already richer than any man deserves to be. It was

Getting Religion

It was an unusually gray day for Rome, the rain was coming down in buckets as they say in America. Samuel Johnson and his Ward, Joshua had been in Rome just last year on a pleasure trip. Today they were just finishing their glasses of wine in a charming little ‘Restaurant’ on the Via Salaria. It was just a few steps from their hotel, The La Pergola. Unfortunately this trip to Rome

Gladiator, Part 1

The Gladiators was thought to be one of the most exclusive fraternities at school. In reality it was an off campus organization completely free from any school influence or domination. Gladiators were always the hunks that stood out on campus because of their beautiful bodies and high ranking scholastic standings. In class they were always the smart ones at the top of their game.

Gladiator, Part 2

I was on the steps waiting for him a little early but Eric was right on time and he picked me up. Slowing this silver Sebring convertible he waved me down to the street. As I climbed into his car he said he had the top down because he loved the fresh air evening air and asked if I minded. He said he loved that free feeling early fall in the air as he cruised the drive from school

Gladiator, Part 3

Holding his hand out to me he said the other pledges seemed to have already had theirs it was now my turn. As we moved through the doors of the ballroom and into this long hall we approached this handsome older man in a leather thong that had been standing guard. Turning then and leading us to this door at the end of the hall. Then reaching in front of us he opened the door for us

Gladiator, Part 4

I heard my name called then. I was ready now eager for the fight. Eric leaned over saying do you best and if you lose I will make you a good master. My fight seemed to go on forever. He had this bear hug on me and I thought then that I was done for. The oil had made our body's slick and we had a hard time holding on to each other. Quickly sliding down a little I managed to grab

Good Neighbor

Good Neighbor By Nathan Harvey This is a work of fiction meant to be read for pleasure only. The retirement party from work was over and now I am launched into those golden years that the young people talk about. However, and a big however I find that the myth of retirement quickly faded. Two little money and two much time is tarnishing that brass ring that retirement is all

Helot

We had been raised as brothers for years even though I was adopted when I was fourteen. Kelly never let me forget that I was different and that we weren’t blood relatives. It was after his mother died that Walter wanted a companion for Kelly. He had to pull a lot of strings to get me adopted, but he had money and power. He’d had always told Kelly that he’d adopted Christopher just

Houseboy

In the six months since I’d moved to Chicago, I hadn’t been able to find a job. I was at the end of my rope. Finally, I had to go to my landlord Mr. Clint to tell him after living there for only six months, I had to move. I knew I had a year’s lease, but I told him I was desperate, broke and I’d done everything to try to find a job. Mr. Clint seemed very understanding. He said that

It Happened One Night

Warning: This is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you are not eighteen, or if this turns you off--sign off now. It Happened one Night By Nathan Harvey I had run the advertisement in the Tribune over the weekend and it read simply, ‘Wanted roommate to share expenses of a large lakefront

Jail Bait

For a week now I had been hitching rides more interested in the studs that were driving than were they were going. Hitchhiking had been a great way of getting picked up by some hunky studs. Oh I did sort of a have a destination in mind but if a guy with a great looking body or flashing a big cock stopped I could always make a slight detour. So to speak you might say I was blowing

Janitor's Delight

It was a hot day as I stood in line at the "Mail Box etc" with my package. I was waiting to get my box wrapped, posted and ship back for my refund. I'd ordered a Dave Lord dildo and they sent me a replica of piece of meat that looked like it had been cast from a rogue elephant. It was the biggest black dong I'd ever seen. It was just too much to expect to take. I sure would like

Kennel Boy

It was going to be an early Fall. I could see by the few scraggly leaves left on our trees that winter was not far off. Setting there on the porch of that rundown shack of a farmhouse, all there was to do was watch those dust devils whirling across the landscape. I hated the fucking State of Texas from the day I was sent here. I knew from experience that we were in for two more

Leather Man

I'd just left Makielski's art store after picking up my art supplies and suffering sticker shock at pre-stretched canvas prices. I'd have to go back to stretching my own canvas, --at least until I started selling more of my work and making more money. Putting the canvas in back with some of my other paintings, I pulled out of the parking lot to get my goodies home. Still thinking

Livestock

It was blistering hot that summer day and I was sitting on the porch of that rundown little farmhouse I felt like white trash. Sunday afternoons were the pits. I’d just graduated from their hick little high school and was glad to be done with those jerks. They were even happier to get rid of me, telling me I was the most disruptive student they ever had. Now I was eighteen and

Lochinvar

The kids had called me Lochinvar in school ever since Mrs. Simmons read that damn poem by Scott in English literature class. It was Bill Simmons that had first started calling me Lochinvar in class. It caught on like wildfire and before the week was out everyone was calling me Lochinvar. Bill was the biggest kid in school and really a bully but he also was the best looking kid. He

Master

Michael and I had been buddies for as long as I could remember. We started chumming around together as little kids and stayed friends all through grade school and high school. Michael had always been my hero. He was bigger than I was and seemed so smart in everything. I thought he was the most wonderful boy in the world. When we horsed around wrestling, he was always the winner,

New Boy In Town

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you are not eighteen or this turns you off, don't read it. New Boy in Town By Nathan Harvey Not bad for a little five foot four lightweight. As the top scholar of my class I’d had many offers but the best was from this Mr. Warren guy. He

New World Five

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. New World Five By Nathan Harvey I was setting at the table listing to my breeders telling me about the old world of earth. They talked about things like trees, lakes, and sunsets that had once existed

On Probation

Warning: this is work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you’re not eighteen or this turns you off, don't read it. On Probation By Nathan Harvey I’d been working at the DownTowner now every since I was of age. There weren’t many places in town that would hire a high school dropout on probation,

Persuasion

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if your are under eighteen or if this turns you off, don't read it. Persuasion By Nathan Harvey Sitting next to Bobby in the car it was hard to believe how much my life had changed since he’d come into my life. For three years High school

Pet

It was late when my bus finally pulled into South Bend. We had engine trouble and had been delayed for hours somewhere in Tennessee. Now, we were pulling into South Bend hours late. I had all the stuff I owned stuffed in one ratty little suitcase I’d gotten from Goodwill. I knew I had to find a place to stay tonight but it was just two late to find anything and I was almost broke.

Pretty Daddies

It was a hot day and I was sitting on the front steps watching Kelly playing with his kids. The only thing I hated about these houses was there were no front porches. There was no polite way to watch your neighbors without appearing to be nosey. I like the porches that I grew up in with. It was a wide sweeping space stretching across the front of the houses and had that neat

Reporting For Duty Sir!

I was almost finished with my four-year tour of duty in the Air Force. I was glad to get out because I wanted to go to college and start a new life. Service had been good to me. I’d see a good part of the country and loved when I was stationed in Orlando, but that was now coming to an end. I hated the restrictions and lack of personal freedom. I really never liked being ordered

Rocco

Warning: this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex featuring consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. Disclaimer: This is fiction; the characters are not depictions of any real persons, living or dead. What you make of this story is entirely your own perception. Rocco By Nathan Harvey Rocco had been our building super for as

Service Boy

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Service Boy By Nathan Harvey Professor Robert Cassias Carlyle ran a tight ship when

Service Boy, Part 1

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Service Boy By Nathan Harvey Professor Robert Cassias Carlyle ran a tight ship when

Service Boy, Part 2

As the black cop’s patrol car pulled out on the highway I pulled out behind him. I had no idea where I was, what day it was or even what month it was. All I knew was I was following this beautiful black cop and I would go anywhere to have that cock of his inside me. Seeing his directionals signaling a turn, I began slowing. We were then traveling down this service road and he then

Shower Buddies

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Shower Buddies By Nathan Harvey All through High School the only class I dreaded was gym. At first it was because I was so bad in sports that nobody wanted me on

Sissy Boy

It was a bummer sitting in Spanish Class looking at Miss Silvers droning on in that dull hypnotic voice, “ Me Casa Es Su Casa.” I was trying do finish a drawing when I looked up and she was standing there watching me. In a shrill voice she warned me I was going to fail her Spanish class if I didn’t shape up real fast. Damn I though, I needed at least one year of a language to get

Slave Boy

It was hard to believe my mother was getting remarried. I hated the idea of living out in the country with none of my old friends being around to hang with, and worst of all was the guy she was marrying had a son that was about a year older than me. They both seemed nice enough and I liked Jason, my new stepfather, but I just didn't trust his son Joshua. Mother and I moved

Sons Of Eros

What is it that they say, you can never go home again? It seemed strange being back in Elkhart. After ten years it was hard to even recognize it as my hometown. The Malls were the new downtown; everywhere in the country and Elkhart was no exception. All the elegant stores I’d remembered along Main St. were now gone and the street had become nothing but cheap bars and empty

Stud Farm

I would remember June 23, 2000 now as more than my birthday. It was my day of liberation. ‘I’ Jeffery Lancer was free at last. That was the new name I’d chosen when I decided to start out on my new life. I wanted to leave all the memories of my past or anyone that knew me behind. All I was leaving was nineteen years of abuse with foster parents and being shuttled from home to home.

Tennessee Justice System

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. Tennessee Justice System By Nathan Harvey As far back as people can remember they were saying little Gary Saven was headed for trouble. Now in a town of less than three hundred, everyone knew me; they

Terminal Man

I had been planning for weeks on hitching a ride to South Bend to look for work. I had all my stuff crammed into one of those old marine duffel bags and I was anxious to start a new life somewhere. Peru was a small town and their just wasn’t many jobs there for a nineteen year that had just graduated from High School. Most of my classmates were either farm boys or going to college

The Apprentice, Part 1

We had just two days until our graduation from Center High and we decided to do a little celebrating early. Kyle’s parents were going out of town, so he said he could get wheels for our party. So Friday night he snuck his father’s big Buick out of their garage and picked us up. We were off then to cross over the state line into Michigan where I knew we could get booze at the Last Chance Liquor

The Apprentice, Part 2: Conclusion

It was just a short walk from downtown to my father’s house, just five miles and lifting my duffel on my shoulder I decided to jog. After that long bus ride I needed to flex my stiff muscles and get some blood moving. It was when I approached the house I had lived in so many years that it now seemed so dark and lonely. Climbing the stairs and unlocking the door, I was again struck at how silent

The Big One

It was a slow night at the bar. I knew most of the people there-- hell I'd been fucked by most of the studs that were in the room. I'd been coming here ever since High School when I realized I was gay. I'd become a regular here even before I could order a drink. Back then Walter, the bartender, knew how old I was but pretended I was legal. He liked having me around to suck him

The Choosing

Warning: this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex, featuring consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. Disclaimer: This is fiction; the characters are not depictions of any real persons, living or dead. What you make of this story is entirely your own perception. The Choosing By Nathan Harvey I just managed to make it in

The Faternity

I had never admitted even to myself that I was gay but I decided that on my eighteenth birthday I wanted to get a job, find my own place and find out about life. When applying for my first job I was interview by the owner of the firm I was ready to admit I like men. When I first laid eyes on David I was ready to admit that I would do anything to be with that man. He was tall,

The Final Step

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. The Final Step By Nathan Harvey All my life I had heard my father talk about how the niggers were ruining the country and they all should be put on a leaky ship and sent back to African. If it wasn’t the

The Foreman

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Foreman By Nathan Harvey Maxwell Construction Company was building this new

The Game

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Game By Nathan Harvey We had heard all the jokes about twins all our lives and

The Game, Conculsion

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Game, The Conclusion By Nathan Harvey All the way back to South Bend Harvey and

The Game, Part 2

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Game Part 2 Harry and Harvey Even though we had moved on, we kept in touch

The Game, Part 3

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Game, Part 3 By Nathan Harvey Harvey and I hadn’t been this excited about

The Game, Part 4

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Game, Part 4 By Nathan Harvey The party had been our final device to pull Kyle so

The Isle of Mann

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Isle of Mann. By Nathan Harvey The bar was practically empty and I’d given up

The Major

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Major By Nathan Harvey His name was Michael Lansing, but everyone at Cal

The Mall Rat

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Mall Rat By Nathan Harvey All my life I have been hung up on clothes. I had stacks of

The Orgy

Warning: this is a fiction, this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if your are under eighteen or if this subject matter offends you, don't read it. The Orgy By Nathan Harvey This was my last year in college and I wanted this spring vacation to be special. I had had asked my dad if I could go with the guys in my

The Pony Ranch

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Pony Ranch By Nathan Harvey Dallas had been plagued with street kids, run away

The Preacher's Son

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Preacher’s Son By Nathan Harvey Bobby Adams and I had been friends ever since our

The Secretary, Part 1

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Secretary, Part 1 By Nathan Harvey It was when I started High School that I began

The Secretary, Part 2

The Secretary, Part 2 By Nathan Harvey The work that day was especially grueling, but it kept my mind off of what I had to do. I knew it was going to be a very profitable day for the salvage end of our business. It seemed like everyone was house cleaning for winter. It was almost dark by the time we had finished unloading and separating the salvageable material and scrap from the

The Secretary, Part 3

Showing up at the unemployment agency, I took one of the number took a seat and waited. Sitting there watching as each person stood when their number was called and made their way to some interviewer’s desk. As the minutes turned to hours, I began getting despondent. Then my number was finally called and I made my way over to a tired looking lady with the long black hair. Smiling

The Super

When I woke this morning it was with a feeling of despair. I’d been primed for weeks to go on vacation and I was looking forward to getting a lot of hot sex. Now for the next two week I was going to be broke and stuck in my apartment. Some vacation this was turning out to be. It was bad enough to have my car getting a new engine in the garage, but it was costing me two thousand

The Tutor

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Tutor By Nathan Harvey I know how I got roped into tutoring Mattie Morrison.

The Wild Card In The Deck

We had just gotten back from our family reunion and mother was telling every one how wonderful Walter was about looking out for his little brother. She kept telling people it was because she and her husband of thirty years had made sure that Walter had a hand in caring for me; he had even been the one to suggest Levi for my name. Damn, I hated it when she talked about us like we

The Wish

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Wish By Nathan Harvey It was a cold rainy night as I trudged through the streets

Thief

God, how I hated the winter. We were having one of those Lake effect snowstorms and it looked like I was going to be trapped in my cottage for the entire weekend. People had told me that living at Beverly Shores in the winter had its drawbacks. Most of the cottages, if you could call fourteen room homes cottages, were now deserted. I had found this little lot and with the help of

Tom, Dick And Harry

It all started back in Chicago when three of us sat around a little table on our afternoon coffee break. We had been bitching for months about wanting to do something different for our vacation this coming year. Then Harry brought up the idea of these package deals for seeing Europe, and we decided to look into it. After calling around to get a few prices, we decided that the three

Trucker Man

It had been a dumb thing to do telling Jerry I was going to stay later at the beach and to let them leave without me. We had just planned to be gone for the day but it was so nice, I wanted to spend the weekend. Jerry said he had to be back to be in a wedding so I loaded my extra beach crap into his van and told them I would just hitch a ride back Monday morning. I wanted to

Trucker Man's Service Boy

By Nathan Harvey This is a work of fiction meant to be read for pleasure only. There is no way to say it other than I am a whore---I am here at this truck stop just outside of Chicago. My duties are to let any and all truckers who want to be serviced use me any and all ways. There is nothing I won’t do to give a trucker sexual pleasure. I am well versed in getting fucked, sucking

Varsity Queer

I'd never admitted to myself that I was gay but in my senior year of high school it was decided for me in a big way. You must remember that in the fifties it was a whole different world for gay people. We didn't have AIDS but we had a lot of social stigma attached to being gay. It simply wasn't a wise thing to let people know that you liked looking at men's cocks let alone that

White Boy For Sale

Warning: this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex. if this turns you off, don't read it. This is a work of fiction and the characters and events never happened. It wasn’t as if I was running away, I was eighteen and just released from of Juvey hall. They had been damn well glad to get rid of me calling me nothing but a troublemaker. Now at eighteen I was on my own.

Wild In The Woods

It was one of those wonderful summers when the weather was like something out of the Garden of Eden. After painting in my studio all winter I wanted to go into the woods and do forest landscapes. I'd always done portraits and cityscapes and made good money from them, now I felt it was time to try painting from nature. We have a deep woodlands close by so I decided to camp out and

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