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by Nathan Harvey


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 Buddy Richards, an extraordinary gay architect, had this three story structure designed and built. Buddy designed the first, or ground floor as my garage and what I laughingly call my drawing room. This is the room I keep for entertaining those squares that drop over in a visit. Buddy had put a powder room in the hall that connected to the stair shaft that led up to the two private floors above. Moving up the stairs there was my bedroom wing containing a master bath and the proverbial guest room. The third floor was a kitchen and a small room suitable for storage and the living room that I used as my playroom and dungeon,. This tall, elegant structure fit neatly being a sand dune that kept my property safe from the advancing waters of Lake Michigan that were consuming our shoreline. There had been loud protests when my cottage was under construction, until the other homes began to have structural problems as the shoreline began to recede. It was when one of the homes slid into the lake, that my neighbors began spending fortunes trying to keep their houses from falling into the lake. Then they began saying what a great building I had and the wisdom of my architect on how it was placed on the shore. Damn bunch of heterosexual assholes, they were all so mired in their ways they would really freak out if they ever attended one of my weekend leather parties. Well, that was all last summer, thanks to that snowstorm this weekend I was looking forward to a lonely dismal time of it--snowbound. Shoving one of my homemade videos in my VCR, I figured if I was going to be stuck this weekend, I might as well watch my last leather party. Getting in the mood of it all and pulling on my leathers and cock ring I was just getting settled. The screen was filled with this young black stud getting his ass fisted. I had taken good close-ups and you could actually see the hand and arm sliding into his ass. With the sounds and grunts he was making as he begged for more, I was getting hotter than hell. There was always something about the black race that made me want to feel one of those alleged horse cocks up my ass. Stroking my meat and thinking about getting fucked by some black stud, I was brought back to reality when I heard the sound of breaking glass on the first floor. Damn it all to hell, there had been break-ins all up and down the shore this winter and now it looked like I was going to be the victim this time. It was bad enough they stole all the valuables from the homes, but who ever it was, also trashed the property. Pulling a whip off the wall, I moved slowly down the stairs. Damn, I though I should have at least put some clothes on first. Moving past the second floor, I began advancing down to the garage level. Whoever was trying to get in was still struggling with trying to get the door open. Whoever was doing the robberies must have thought this place was vacant for the winter, because all my upper windows faced the lake. Slipping into the hall and approaching the door. I could see they had managed to break the tiny door glass, but they were having a hard time trying to reach the deadbolt lock. Pulling back into the stairwell and hiding in the shadows of the landing, I sat on the stairs and waited. Damn, I thought, I should have made a video taped of the break in for the police. Watching as this leather covered arm struggled, the gloved fingers finally managed to reach the deadbolt. With a loud click the lock triggered and the door slowly opened. Then this figure dressed in dark clothing with a sky mask slipped into the hall. Damn he was arrogant--he even closed and locked the door behind himself. Standing and pulling off his hood, gloves and jacket this young bitch was really at home in what he was doing. I was shocked to see that this was just a young hoodlum alone, but so damn cocksure of himself. He must think this was another empty cottage and it was all his to plunder and trash in his own sweet time. Tossing his coat and gloves down, he began to check out the place. Seeing all he had as a weapon was a crowbar in his hand, I decided it was time to do my thing now. I stood up and flicked on the lights. He was so startled seeing a naked man dressed in leather straps with a hard cock, holding a whip--he dropped his crowbar. It was when the whip cracked out and struck him on the chest, he turned, desperately trying to unbolt the door. Now I knew I had him! Again and again, I struck him on his back and butt with the whip, tearing into his clothes. Now the little punk was scared out of his wits and falling to his knees, tried to cover his face from the lash of the whip. Warning him I would beat him bloody if he made another move to escape, I ordered him to strip. When he hesitated, I gave him another lash with the whip. Fumbling then with his belt and pushing his jeans down, I could seem little burglar was well endowed. Then as his shirt came off, I could feel my mouth puckering when I saw those luscious, big nipples on that tender young body. This was a beautiful boy. Now standing naked in front of me, I raised the whip I brought it down on his cock. Screaming out in pain and falling to his knees, clutching his cock, I ordered him up the stairs. Chuckling to myself, I thought this weekend was going to be fun after all. I had me a boy toy to play with! As we moved up the stairs, I shoved the whip handle up his ass, forcing him to move faster. I was beginning to like this kid, I started making great plans for him. He was just the right age to begin his training as a slave boy. All the way up the stairs he kept begging me not to call the cops, he didn’t want to go to jail and this time they would throw the book at him. My tough boy was now just a very terrified kid shaking in absolute fear. Just the kind of boy that would be so easy to train. As we moved into the third floor landing, his eyes opened wide as they inventoried all my toys arranged on the walls, stuttering, “…you’re one of those freaks aren’t you?” At that point, I let him have it with the whip across his ass. This time I drew blood. Stumbling into the room and giving him a few more lashes, he was forced to his knees. It was necessary to establish my ownership of him. As knelt there trembling, it was a simple matter to cuff his hands in front of him. If I was going to keep him and train him, I had to know more about him. His terror had now turned to belligerence. As I got close to him to question him, he spat at me calling me a fucking fagot. Smiling down at him, I told him he was nothing but a pimply faced cocksucker. He spat at me again. I began slapping his handsome face. Pushing him over on his back then and mounting his chest, I shoved my cock into his face-- demanding he service me. Struggling, and saying he would die before he sucked me off ,I began slapping the shit out of him. I was pleased at how well he was taking the beating. He had a strong will and I knew I would need to break him quickly. Using the back of my hand and striking him again and again, I told him to suck me off or I would knock all his teeth out. A few more hard slaps and I had him bawling like a baby, and finally, he opened his mouth. I shoved my cock into him. Working him, I told him training good cocksucker was always exciting. Moving deeper into his mouth with each thrust, it became apparent this kid had sucked cock before--a lot of cock. I could feel the suction of his body sucking me down into his throat and working the head of my cock with his throat muscles. Pulling out of him, I asked where he learned to suck like that. Glaring at me, he said at the reformatory. If you were as small as he was, you quickly learned to service the older boys. Standing then, I saw his hard-on. However my little burglar boy protested , the man sex turned him on. All he needed was a little shove to come out of the closet. Hauling him up then and suspending him from one of my ceiling hooks, I told him it was time to see how well he performed. Opening my toy chest, I began selecting a collection of dildos and vibrators. Shoving a small dildo into his mouth, I said he’d better slick it up. He knew damn well what was going to happen and licking and sucking the dildo, he slobbered all over it. I t went into his ass so easily, I skipped the next few and decided on the big black one. This time I lubed it up and began working it up his ass. It moved into his ass nice as smooth, and he began moaning in pleasure. This boy’s ass was well broken in. Deciding he was right for fucking, I decided to take him down and plow into him. First I wanted to hot up that ass of his with a little foreplay. Leaving the cock shoved up his ass, I lowered him, forcing him to his hands and knees. He watched as I took one of the paddles off the wall. He seemed to know what was going to happen next. The kid had such a perfect butt and slamming into his cheeks with the paddle, he responded well.. Getting him all rosy and red, it was now time to fuck his ass. After pulling the rubber cock from his ass, my cock sank easily into him. That was something new to me, because I had a real hunk of meat that only experienced cocksuckers could take. He ass was so hot and willing. I sank into him right up to my nuts. As I began riding his ass, he was responding and pushing back like he was hungry for cock. This boy wanted to be fucked bad now; chuckling the more I abused him, the hotter he was getting. Jamming myself into him up to my balls and grinding my hips, I drove every last inch of my cock into him. Reaching around and seizing his nipples, I began twisting and pulling on his tits. Yelling at first, he was soon was begging for more. I had me a real cock hound here. It was party time. I got me a great fuck and still horny, rolled him over and pulled him to his knees, then shoved my cock into his mouth. This time there were no tears, no struggle. He attacked my cock like he was devouring some delicacy. I though--this boy is a keeper! Watching him suck my cum down, he looked up, then smiled and asked if I would let him go now. He was really good, this one. He was playing all the angles, no matter how kinky. Shaking my head no, I asked if he was hungry. Nodding, he said he was starved. He usually helped himself to food when he’d broken into a place. Throwing some stuff in the microwave, when it was hot I diced it fine and put it into a soup dish. Taking it over to him and setting it on the floor I told him to enjoy his meal. Looking up and asking if I would uncuff him, I just laughed, telling him to eat like the dog he was. It did my heart good to see this beautiful naked boy, his cock still hard, lapping up the food like some cur dog. Leaning back, I’d decide then I was going to keep this kid and train him. My thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell. Pulling him over to a dog cage, I pushed him in and locked the door--I wanted to keep him secure. I couldn’t let my little boy toy get away while I saw who was at the door. On the way down the stairs, I grabbed a robe to cover my leather harness and went on down to see who was pounding on the door. Feeling the cold draft then and thinking, damn that broken window I need to block it up. Unlocking and pulling the door open, I was surprised to see this big black cop standing there with his weapon drawn. Looking me over he asked me about the window, then turning and pointed to the foot steps in the snow he said he was trailing a thief. I told him I had just locked myself out, and had to break the glass to get back in. The way he was looking me over, I knew he didn’t believe a word I was telling him. To settle it, I had him come in, telling him I could show him identification I kept in my drawing room. Leading him into the room, I pulled some letters and papers and even my passport from my desk. Putting his gun away and looking over the papers and looking at me and the passport picture, he said perhaps he just better take a look around. I was beginning to worry now, if this bozo went to the third floor, he would see my little dungeon and that kid in the cage. Telling him I was home alone except for my boy, I could assure him everything was under control. Reaching for his weapon again, I knew it was senseless to argue with him. Saying we would start looking in the garage. Telling me to open the door, I stepped aside as he open it all the way and entered. Once inside, he let out a low whistle running his gloved hand over the fender of my Mercedes. Then walking past it, he looked into the Sebring convertible. All he said was, “nice cars.” Then as an after thought, he asked what kind of work I did. Telling him I was a writer, he asked what did I write. Blushing, I told him I wrote erotic love stories. Leaving the garage, he told me he would love to read some of my stories sometime. We started up the stairs. I then showed him the master bedroom. Looking around again he said, “very nice.” Then checking out the guest room, he stopped at the bathroom. Looking over at me, he told me he had to take a leak. Watching him holster his weapon and pulled out that big black gun of his, my eyes almost fell out of my head. He had to have the biggest, blackest cock I’d ever seen and the damn thing was soft! He finished his pissing and began shaking it dry. Looking over at me and smiling, he told me he knew he’d recognized me now, and he knew from where. I was always in the Leathers bar in South Bend on weekends. Leaving his cock out, he moved toward me, pulling open my robe. Laughing as he looked me over, he said he knew I had to be into leather from the way I dressed at the bar. Reaching out and pushing my 7 rope apart even further, and going down on his knees, his hot mouth went around my meat. I didn’t know whether to shit or go blind! Here was a police officer searching my home, looking for a kid I had naked in a cage--and he was giving me a blowjob. All I was sure of was he had thrown caution to the wind and come out to me. Holding his head tight and moving forward, I sank my cock down his throat. I was hot and came fast. He was swallowing my cum like it was nectar. He began lapping and cleaning my cock with his tongue. Standing and licking his lips, he giggled like some teenager sucking off his teacher at school. Suggesting we finish the search, I wondered what other surprises he had in store for me. Pulling the robe from my shoulders--there was not more need to keep up any pretense. Looking me over, he said he liked my harness. Damn, I though, this cop’s like a bitch in heat. Following me up the stairs, he began to laugh as he looked over my private little dungeon. Standing there surveying the room he then walked directly to the cage where I had my little thief imprisoned. The cop said nothing, but turning began to strip. Then standing there naked as if looking for my approval, he reached up pulling a collar from the wall and slipped it on. Smiling then, I knew I someone here that wanted to be used, fucked and dominated. The cop bent down then and unfastened the door of the cage, opened it, telling Terry to come out. There it was, he knew the kid, knew he was the thief. As if he hadn’t even recognized the kid, he said he would just love to help me train my new slave. He knew damn well this kid was the thief and I knew he knew. He was giving me the chance to make him into a slave as well, as offering to serve me. This black cop was just too good a looking a man to be just a slave--this one I wanted as my paramour. Handing him a whip, I on his knees in handcuffs told him to help me train my new slave. Poor Terry was there before that man that had been chasing him for robbery. He knew that he could never get away now. As the whip cracked down on his back, he took blow after blow and finally began crying and begging for mercy. He promised he would do anything, be anything we wanted him to be. Moving to him, my officer began stroking his cock and Terry understood. Opening his mouth, he began to suck him off. As the kid worked on that mammoth cock, I came around to his ass and began fucking him. Now he just seemed to surrender himself to us. It was almost midnight before we finished with him. Moving him back into his cage, the officer started to dress, saying he would be back after he checked in at the station. Pulling him close and giving him a grope and a kiss, I told him I was going to get that cock of his up my ass tonight. True to his word, at one o’clock the door rang and I let my officer in. Grinning and holding up a piece of heavy cardboard, he pasted it over the broken window. Then reaching out and groping me, he told me he had the weekend off and he wanted to show his new lover how well he could serve him. Not waiting for an answer, he began undressing as we went up the steps. By the time we reached the top flight, he had left a trail of clothing and all he was wearing was his boots, his weapon and his helmet. Tossing those on a chair, he then pulled a whip and a collar off the wall. Tossing me the whip, he slipped on the collar. Dropping to his knees, he then began begging me to prove how much I wanted him. Terry sat in his cage his eyes glittering with disbelief and lust, as I began beating my new lover. Finally tiring of that and presenting him with my cock, I watched his mouth sink down on my cock up to my balls. Pushing him away, then teasing him, I opened the cage, calling out my boy, telling him to fuck my new black paramour. Watching the two of them like dogs in heat, I knew this was going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship. It was dawn when we sent Terry back to his cage. I had to have that big black cock up my ass now. Lying there in my bed, I told Jamul to show me what he had. I soon found out all about him. He was really something else again, he was hung like a bull and fucked like a mink. And, to top that all--he was as Nelly as any fagot I’d ever seen. All that weekend I played with my lover and my new boy toy. By now, even Terry was calling my officer by his given name of Jamul. This all was so damn delicious that I had to begin writing about it. This was just too damn good for a short story, and I launched into a full length novel. Over these next few winter months, Jamul and I did a lot of work with Terry. Jamul was a great aid in training Terry and when I was working, he would beat him and fuck him all hours of the day and night, depending on his shift at the station. Sometimes, we would both work him over and it was at Jamul’s suggestion that we started inviting some of our leather crowd over and offer them Terry to play with. Terry now seemed to thrive on the beatings and the sexual attention we were giving him, and by Spring, we were both confident enough with his training that we could let him have the run of the house, doing little duties for us. We had even taken him into our bed to service us. Terry had truly become a beautiful, loving slave. He now seemed to worship both Jamul and me. As Jamul’s and my relationship developed, I had managed to convince him to leave the force and become my full time lover. He seemed to blossom in that role and in fact. he and I and Terry had become a family. Finally, by early summer I had finished and sent my book off to the publisher. From the response I received from the publisher, as well as the advance check, I knew I had a real winner. No one would ever think my book was anything but fiction--when in fact it was all true. The three of us were walking the beach, seeing how much damage the lake had wreaked on the shoreline, when we heard through the grapevine that everyone was relieved that the robberies had stopped. Looking at eachother, all we could do was smile and agree—indeed, it was such a relief. I had told my little family that when we published our story, we would do the continent together. Now that the book was in print, we were making our preparations for the trip. I had to laugh when Terry smiled up at us, saying at least we wouldn’t be burglarized while we were gone. Comments to 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

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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

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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

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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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