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It Happened One Night

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 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 condo located at Lake of the Woods. Included is membership in the weight room, pool and spa. Contact Big Bear at 23-41109 after six o’clock in the evening.” I had wanted to say male but the lady at the paper told me I couldn’t specify white male because that was both sexist and racist and I could be sued. God I though the government is trying to tell me who I can live with as well as who I can sleep with. Now don’t get me wrong, I have sucked enough black cocks in my time--no one would ever call me a racist, but well women that was another matter. My secretary had warned me that I was in for nothing but grief looking for a roommate. When I got home after that advertisement ran, the answering machine was full and it was only five-thirty. As I began to monitor the messages, I was surprised at how many women had called and I was damn glad when I returned their call, most of them said they wanted a place with another woman. A few of them were outraged that I was a man--calling me a sexist pig. Then there were the fagots wanting to know and asking me what I looked like, and how much meat was I packing. Telling them I was studying to become a minister--that seemed to take care of them. Them some of them wanted to know how much the rent would cost, and when I told them they would just hang up. I was beginning to be very sorry now that I’d place that advertisement. I was working down the list when there was a knock on the door. I knew it had to be Mrs. Hoffman from across the way, because we were the only two apartments on this floor and we were in a secure building. I opened the door and she stood there holding the paper with my advertisement, saying she knew it was mine from the phone number, and then asking if I remembered her grandson. The first thing that came to mind was this pimply faced teenager that visited her every summer. Saying he was planning to going to IU extension and wanted to say with her, but she was moving to live with her sister in Florida, she thought it would be just perfect if he could live with me so he could attend the school. Telling her I would think about it and get back to her, she just kept going on saying he would be the perfect roommate because Bonaparte just worshiped the ground I’d walked on for years. God I thought--how could I tell her I wanted a man not a boy, someone I might build a loving relationship with. What the hell did she think I was some pervert? Telling me he was actually here now, she called out to him and he appeared at the front of her doorway. I damn near fainted when I saw him. The young man was tall, and had a fine build, but the most startling thing about him was his face. There stood the most beautiful young man I’d ever seen. He had gorgeous black curly hair and the most beautiful gray eyes, but it that wasn’t enough, he had a face you’d expect to see in an illustration of a Saint in the Bible. Telling him to come over and see the place more, I wanted to a good look at him more than anything else. Mrs. Hoffman said his name was Bonaparte, but everyone called him Max. His mother had been a French history nut when he was alive, hence the unusual name. As she stepped in and looked around, Mrs. Hoffman continued, “All you gay boys seemed to like all that shinny chrome and leather. Personally, I like more classic furnishings”. God I thought, this broad didn’t miss a thing. I had to wonder if she knew I was gay, why was she asking me to let her grandson live here. Giving them both a tour and showing them the spare room I was using as a den, I said I was planning on getting a bed and moving my computer into my bedroom. It was Mrs. Holman that said it was a shame to change the den because both of us could use it and why didn’t we just sleep in the same bedroom, after all we were both gay. Stammering and not knowing what to say, I opened my bedroom door. When she saw the big round bed, she asked how did I ever hang that mirror over the bed. Then looking around at the room, she said it was certainly large enough for two men. As far as they were concerned it was settled. Somehow I was getting the feeling I’d just been hustled by this old girl. Chattering away and pulling out her purse, she said she’d give me the first two months in advance and then Max and I could work something out. Taking the money in defeat, I knew she had me. As soon as I’d seen that young man I wanted to fuck his ass and she damn well knew it. Max had already left to bring over his bags. When we were alone, she drew me aside saying that when poor Max had told his father he was gay, he had disowned him and thrown him out. She knew he’d always had these feelings for me every since he was a little boy--always calling me his ‘bear man’. When he’d told her he was gay, she just knew he’d be everything I wanted in a roommate. He was smart and neat and he loved me. She ended that conversation when Max came in then with his duffle bag. After two more trips he had deposited that and another suitcase in the bedroom and a small computer in the den. God I thought--how much stuff does this kid have. Going to the phone in defeat and recording a new message, all I said was, “Thank you for calling, but the room is now rented.” When Max and I were alone, I helped him carry his things into the bedroom saying we might as well get his stuff put away before supper. I began making room for him in the closet as he began unpacking. Then shifting thing in the dresser drawers, I asked him if four drawers were enough. Moving into the bathroom, I asked if he used an electric or a blade razor. The answer came back blade and I said he could have the second shelf in the medicine chest. Setting out another towel, I realized I now had a new roommate. Coming back into the bedroom, I found him lying sprawled out on the bed, staring up at him in the mirror on the ceiling. He then said, “It must be neat to see yourself in bed getting fucked.” He then rolled over on his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows. He then added, he was going to love living here. Laughing and plopping down on the bed beside him, I also looked up in the mirror at this beautiful creature laying next me. I joked, “My God, we look like ‘Beauty and the Beast’. Pushing me over on my back and crawling on top of me he said he thought I was beautiful. Now I knew he was being a smart ass. I stood six four and was as some tricks put it—naked, I looked like a gorilla. It was hard enough picking someone up when I was young but now at forty, I usually had to pay for anything decent to sleep with. Wincing at the insult and thinking he was being smart, I said I ought to beat the shit out of him to teach him to respect his elders. Looking at me with those beautiful gray eyes of his, he gave me a dazzling smile saying, “Promise Daddy?” As we were lying there looking up into the mirror, he rolled over putting his arms around me, crawled on top of me, and began dry humping my stomach, yhen asking if I was going to fuck him now of or later tonight. I pushed him off, telling him not to start anything he couldn’t finish or he would be damn sorry. Swinging around and stretching his arms and legs out like he was tied to the bed he said, “Oh please master, beat me--beat me make me your sex slave.” Telling him he was a wise ass and to finish putting his stuff away, I said that I would give him a list of rules if he were going to live here with me. Sliding off the bed to his knees and bowing his head in servitude, he whispered, “Yes Sir”. Then looking up into my eyes he pleaded with me to let him be my slave and serve me. Standing over him, I asked him if he realized what he was asking for. He said he’d been around and knew the score. Thinking I would see how far he wanted to play this game, and rummaging through my toy box, I found a collar and leash. I attached the collar around his neck. Looking down at that beautiful young man, I could hardly believe he was begging to be my slave. If this kid craved the whole ball of wax, I was more than willing to give it to him. Ordering him to strip, he stood up and began peeling off his clothes. Watching as he uncovered that beautiful young body of his, I began getting excited. Pulling him naked into the bathroom, I had him get in the shower as I began undressing. Telling him if he was going to be my slave boy, I was going to shave his body. All he said was, “ Yes Sir.” Thinking he would have protested, as I lathered up his crotch, he asked if I was going to shave his head too. Looking up at that beautiful face, I said--no just his body. When I had him done, and was standing back and looking at his smooth clean shaven body--he was perfection. Rinsing him off and drying him, I began fumbling in the cabinet, digging out my old enema bag. I then filled it with cold water and shoved the nozzle up his ass. Releasing the lever, he stood thee letting me have my way with his body. I then pushed him to his knees, warning him to kneel there on the floor and hold the water or he would lick it up off the floor. Bowing his head, all he said was, “Yes Master.” Seeing his willing servitude really charged me up. Standing there watching that hard flat stomach of his begin to bloat from the water, I began squeezing the bottle forcing even more water into his bowls. When he finally began begging to stop, saying he couldn’t hold anymore, I made him stand and hold the water while I went into the kitchen. Getting a six-pack of warm beer and returning to the bathroom I found him sobbing in pain, but waiting as I had ordered him to. Finally, I let him sit on the stool. The water shot out of him like a cannon. I filled the enema bag with warm beer I must have emptied at least three bottles before the bag was ready. This time when I filled his gut, I plugged his ass with a dildo telling him to hold it. It didn’t talk long to see the effect the alcohol began to have on him as his body absorbed it directly into his blood. By the time I let him release the mixture, I had to carry him into the bedroom. He was ready now and I was going to give this fucker what he had been begging for. Pulling him up and over the bed my little man was now flying from the beer enema. Now all he needed was some poppers and he was ready to begin his training. Selecting a paddle from by toy chest, I began beating those firm white buns of his, slamming the paddle to his ass again and again. When I stopped, he would beg for more. When his cheeks were glowing red I was so hot for his ass, my balls ached and grabbing the KY, I greased myself up. I then shoved a glob of it up his ass. Then, with one thrust I buried my cock deep up his ass. The minute I’d gained entry to his tight ass, I knew he was a virgin cherry, but I was too far gone now to stop. Feeling him shiver from the pain and not caring about anything but reaming that tight ass of his, I began plowing his ass in a fit of raw lust. The only sound in the room now was my grunting and moaning and his gentle sobbing. It had been so long and I was so hot, when I blew my load into his ass I felt like I was pumping my very life into him--and still I wanted more. Again and again I drove into him deeply, filling him again and again with cum until at last I collapsed on him in exhaustion. Laying there with me still embedded in his ass, he asked between sobs, “Does this make me belong to you like all those stories say?” I rolled him over and worked him around to his back, lifted his legs and entered that sweet ass of his again. I said, “Now this time it means you belong to me now.” I began a slow rhythm that spoke more of love than lust. I claimed his body as mine. It was almost midnight when I asked Max “Why me?” Telling me that ever since he’d know he was gay, he’d been in love with me and had watched me, he told me he would be so jealous when he saw me bringing other men home. He knew he could make me love him if he ever got the chance. That was when he made up his mind he was going to save himself for me. I began licking and kissing his beautiful face, then after sliding down and chewing on his tits for a while, I told him I ought to throw his ass out of here. He looked intensely serious at me, and then he said that if I didn’t want him, I could give him to one of my friends or sell him. There it was, quite simply he was mine now. Feeling his smooth body against mine, I could feel my cock springing to life again. Moving up on his body and spreading my legs to straddle his face, as soon as my cock touched his lips, his mouth opened-- eager to service me. Slowly feeding him my cock, he managed to learn to swallow it all. Then I began riding him until at last, I was pumping his face for all I was worth and I could feel his throat eagerly responding to every thrust of my cock. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to satisfy me. What can I say? It all seemed to happen that night--he had given himself to me completely and now I was hopelessly in love with this beautiful young thing. He surrendered his body to my every wish--my every desire until I’d completely exhausted myself. Laying there looking at his smooth, beautiful body nestled in my arms; I knew I was never going to let him go. What was it he’d called me, his teddy bear? Well I was going to make the best master he could ever have! There was little I could teach him, because he was willing to do everything and everything just to please me. Now that he was mine, I was thinking I would take him out tomorrow and get him suitable clothing for a slave then I would show off my new treasure to those stuck up fags at the at the Mineshaft. Feeling like the luckiest man in the world, I began holding my slave tightly in my arms until we both drifted off to sleep. In the morning, the incessant ringing of my doorbell awakened us both. Throwing my robe around me, I knew it must be Old Mrs. Hoffman. Opening the door and seeing the men moving her belongings out of her apartment, she burst in saying she wanted to say goodbye to Max. Max then appeared naked in the bedroom door. Grabbing him and hugging him, she asked if he was happy. Nodding knowingly, she smiled telling him to call her if he ever needed anything. With that she swept out of the apartment. Sweeping Max up in my arms, I said I had to have that ass of his again. This time when I entered him, his ass almost sucked my cock into his body. Finally drained, I began laughing--telling him he was too much for me. I lay back just looking up him in my arms, contentedly thinking--he’s all mine now! It was almost noon before we finally crawled out of bed. Heading into the bathroom, Max followed right behind me. Standing in front of the stool to take a leak, he knelt down, turned to me, opened his mouth, and took my cock deep into his throat. Looking up at me with those beautiful gray eyes, I willingly gave him what he wanted. After we finished dressing, we stopped for a quick breakfast. Then I began shopping for my new slave. First stop was the Leather shop where we fitted him out with the appropriate leather and of course--cuffs. Then taking him over to the Sunrise Parlor, I had his nipples pierced--he now looked like the proper slave. Tonight I was going to strut my stuff and show off my new boy toy. I would show those conceited bastards--who was too old to own a beautiful slave! Max and I had a light supper and I told him I was taking him to the Mineshaft, our local S&M bar, and downstairs to the infamous second level. Asking me what they did there, I said I really didn’t know for sure, because without a slave, I was never permitted down to the second level. Smiling, Max said, “Then tonight we are going to the second level and find out, Sir.” Responding to him with a kiss I answered, “Tonight we go to the second level with my slave.” Dressing Max and myself with great care to show us both off to our best advantage, I was impressed when I checked us out in the mirror--I had it so right. Max in his tight leather shorts and harness with his collar and leash, and me in my leather pants and vest. All we needed to do to complete the outfits were the calf high boots. Standing there both of us were the same height, but Max’s beautifully proportioned and smooth body contrasted well against my more muscular and hair covered frame. Even my homeliness made him seem more beautiful--we truly did look like “Beauty and the Beast”. It was just a short drive to the bar and after parking, when we made our entrance it was a sight to behold. As was the custom, when someone new entered the bar, all eyes would turn to check him out. As the glittering lights caught Max’s beautiful alabaster body contrasted against his master’s black leather and fur-covered frame, the room fell silent. Seizing the moment and leading Max through the bar, all eyes were on us--the master and his beautiful slave boy. As we approached a vacant table, the barkeep came rushing over saying they had more luxurious accommodations on the lower level. Fishing in his codpiece and producing a small golden key, he offered it to me saying there was a contest tonight on the lower level, and asked me if I wished to enter. As we headed in the direction of the elevator to descend to the lower level, I used the key to engage the elevator. As the cage closed and we began descending, Max said he would make me proud tonight. After reaching the lower level, the gate of the cage opened, but it took us few seconds to become accustomed to the dim lighting. As promised upstairs, this place was really wild. There was a circular stage with all kinds of flashing strobe lights and dancers doing every erotic thing imaginable with their bodies. Some of them were even standing there copulating on stage to the rhythm of the music. Around the stage were clusters of tables and leather booths, Masters in all stages of nakedness were seated and their slaves were on their knees at their sides. Some of the slaves were between their master’s legs serving them. Never in my wildest dreams would I have believed something like this could exist here in the city. This was nothing less than an orgy room. We were greeted at the elevator by this handsome, naked black man, who escorted us to our booth. Turning and asking if I was entering my slave in the contest tonight feeling a swelling pride I said yes. Looking over at Max he was smiling and I knew he wanted to be in the competition. Asking me what names we were competing under I quickly said, “Beauty and the Beast.” Taking my seat Max kneeled beside me as like all the other slaves in the room. When our black waiter brought the beer he sat the stein in front of me with a great flourish. Then bending down and placing a dish in front of Max he poured his beer into the dish. Petting Max’s head he asked if there would be anything more. Feeling Max’s hand on my crotch, I could tell by the way he was stroking my cock; all this was turning him on. We had just finished our beer when we heard someone calling out for the slave named “Beauty” to join the other slaves on stage. Standing, Max leaned over kissing me, and trotted up to the stage. As the Master of Ceremonies organized them into a circle and had them walk around the stage, he held his hand over each--one at a time--for a vote of applause. Each slave was rated and the ones with the lowest applause ratings were dismissed. Around and around they went until Max and this other slave were the only ones left. Checking first one then the other, they remained tied for first place. The Master of Ceremonies then whispered something to them and both of them began stripping off what few clothes they had on. When Max was naked you could hear the gasps in the room as his hard firm cock sprang up for all to admire. This time he won hands down. After that, the Master of Ceremonies called “The Beast” to the stage. As I climbed up and stood next to Max, I had never been so proud. Then as the Master of Ceremonies explained that the last part of the competition was to show the audience how the slave preformed his services to his master. He said I could either do it myself or select someone from the audience to fuck him. Hearing the chorus of men offering to fuck Max, and looking at him standing there trying to make me proud of him, I began to strip--no one was going to fuck my slave but me! As I was stripping off my leathers, some boys brought out this leather couch. Max was quick to lie on his back, raising his legs in a willing invitation to me. Feeling this wave of shame at displaying myself, I concentrated on looking at my beautiful slave. A wave of absolute lust came over me. He was giving me his body in front of god and everyone--declaring his total obedience to me. The least I could do was perform as his master. Lifting his legs, my cock swelled to it fulfillment. There was a hush and then we mated and a round of applause ran through the room. Now caught up in a fit of lust, I began rutting Max like a sex crazed animal. Then with the chanting and clapping spurring me onward, no sooner had I blown my load, than I crawled forward, straddling Max’s chest. Ramming my cock down his throat, Max began slurping and sucking as if his life depended on satisfying me.. Suddenly, he was so hot he began pumping his cum all over my back. After shooting my second load down his throat, he lay there with my cock deep inside him. I then began to use him as my toilet. Then we I could feel Max licking his cum from my hairy back. This sent the crowd into ecstasy and suddenly the room was filled with the smell of sex. Now unable to control themselves, the room had turned into an orgy of sex. Suddenly everyone was fucking everyone and we were overcome by some of the men from the audience. Max was torn out of my arms and someone dragged him off somewhere. I was lifted off the stage by this huge black beast, who carted me off to one of the booths. That night I learned how it felt to be raped, and raped, and raped again. Through all the pain I kept remembering how I’d raped Max that first night. When the room settled down, Max found me and began licking me clean, saying he was not hurt. When we found our clothes and had dressed, someone shoved this trophy into our hands and gave us a gold key, saying we were now charter members. Sliding into my booth, Max knelt next to me saying, “That was really wild!” I had to have one more beer before leaving, as I had to prove to them we were not to be intimidated. On the ride up to the upper bar, I was stunned to see a video of Max and me on stage, playing on the TV. There was a loud sounding of applause as we made our way from the elevator to the door. Just before we left, someone presented us with a copy of our performance and the taped presentation of the winner’s trophy. On the drive home I asked Max if he had had his fill of fun. Sitting there he only asked if I was proud of him and did I please him. Asking again, he admitted he didn’t want other men, but if I wanted, he would let anyone screw him. Pulling him close to me, I told him I never wanted another man to ever have him again--he was mine and I was going to be the only man ever to make love to him. Feeling his tears as he kissed me, he said, “Whatever my master wants, but I really liked gong to that bar.” After arriving home and placing our trophy on the mantle, we crawled into bed and made love like it was the first time. After spreading my legs and surrendering my body to him in commitment as his master, he began feeding his cock into my mouth. His eyes sparkled as he said; “Now I am part of you—master!” Max did enroll in college and we continued as slave and master. After his graduation, our life was even better. He now works, but always he is the obedient slave and I strive to be the perfect master. We often laugh together over what happened that first night at the bar that changed our lives forever. 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

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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