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Jail Bait

by Nathan Harvey


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 my way across the southern part of our country. After college graduation I’m sorry to say the only thing I’d learned at school was to suck jocks off. Well before I had to go out in the real world and try to make a living I wanted to take a real wild kind of vacation. Sort of a last fling. I had already shot the inheritance my parents had left me for school so whatever vacation I did take had to be cheap. Going on a cock roundup seemed like a fun way to spend a couple of weeks. I had pack the bare necessities needed for my great cock safari in a little rucksack and either sold or gave away the other stuff I’d collected in my four years of college. Taking a bus from I.U. to the city limits I was off on my great safari. I had no sooner made my self-available then this great black eighteen -wheeler rig ground to a stop. I had my first great ride of my trip. This trucker dude that had picked me up was one gorgeous hot package. He was one of those stocky little blondes that had a basket out to this chest as he set there. He had started out from Chicago and he was driving to somewhere in Arkansas and he was hotter than hell and wanting to get his nuts off. As I stowed my stuff in back he was fumbling with his pants and by the time I was settled he had it out hard and even beginning to seep cum. For any of you boys out there that haven’t gone down on some butch bitch of a trucker when he was running his rig you just haven’t lived. Most of the cabs will give you enough room to crawl in between their legs and nestle into their crotch to blow them. Slipping my shoes off and getting comfortable I crawled between his legs and wrapped my lips around that hunk of meat. As we rumble down the highway the vibrations of the truck and his natural instincts to pump really gave me one hell of a wonderful sensations. He tried to hold off as long a possible but when he did finally blow his ball it was one hell of a load. After that blowjob truckers were my favorite ride. I found even when there were two of them in the cab all that meant was twice as much fun. Just for example on guy that stopped that was driving this big red eighteen wheeler rig stopped and when I crawled up into the cab he just motioned for me to crawl into the back sleeping area. Pulling the curtain back I saw his buddy was laying their hot and hard ready to fuck. We were really going at it like a couple of minks when the driver pulled the rig over in a little truck-parking area. Crawling back into the cabin with us we really had one hell of a gangbang. These guys weren’t much for looks but boy could they fuck. After that I had a lot of little rides from guys going short distances. They were ok but most of the time they were the timid little married men with wimpy little cocks that wanted a little excitement to make them feel like big men. Most of the time I got to spend the night with the ‘Johns’ when they checked into a motel just for putting out a little ass. It was going through Arkansas when farmers in their rusted out trucks were picking me up that I really had a great time. They were the strong hard working kind of men that lived hard and fucked hard. After about the sixth pickup I knew almost instantly when I got in whether I was going to suck or fuck they guy. So far I’d blown my way down to just about where I was headed. I had gotten rides all away down to Comstock. I was standing there with my thumb out when these Mexican boys in an old 67Caddy convertible pulled over. After the boys had stopped and I walked to the car, I saw these four Mexican studs with their jeans pushed way down on their hips and there shirts off and tied around there necks. They were one hot looking crew and when they ask if I was looking for something. I told them I was headed to Del Rio. The big dark complexioned Mexican that was driving told me to throw my rucksack into the trunk; that they were driving right through Del Rio and I was welcome to ride with them. He went on to tell me they were heading to Acuna, Mexico to boys town. I had heard tales about Acuna that little Mexican town even in Indiana. That was the spot across from Del Rio that had all the whorehouses for boys and girls. That was were I’d decided to go to check it out for a day or two. After all I was into Mexican when I could get one. They were usually big raunchy and uncut. Pulling the seat back they told me to crawl into the back. Crawling over this one dude in the front seat I got a kick out of him feeling up my ass. Stopping for just a second, I made sure he got a really good feel. The one driving asked me when they crossed over to Acuna to ‘Boys Town’ did I want to go along with them for a little piece of ass? Snickering the big one looked at me he said, “I guess not kid you look like you’re fucking jailbait. Indignant I said I was big enough and old enough for a piece of ass. Then the one that had groped me getting in chimed in saying, “The gringo still has an ass like a fuckin girl, why don’t we just fuck him.” Then I chimed in,”…one at a time or all at once, guys?” Then I just sat there while they all had a good laugh. The little guy in the ripped jeans with his cock peaking out reached over and running his hands over my legs said I was sure dressed like a rich kid. As he ran his hands over my legs, he moved his hand across my body he began rubbing my crotch. When he felt my meat as hard as a rock, he just winked and licked his lips. The Texas sun was blistering down on us as he raced down that long desolate highway. Bending down and opening a bag, he started he started rummaging around in it and produced some cans of cold Carta Blanca beer and passing them around. I saw all of the cold beer and I really wanted one. Winking he handed me a can he told me to get cool. I’d never been a drinker of beer before but hell, I was hot tired and dry and I wanted to appear like a big shot to these guys. I took the beer. Pedro the kid that had been feeling me up told me the way to drink the first beer so you wouldn’t get drunk was to chugalugge the first one down. Passing me a beer he said to try it. Holding the can up to my lips I started to drink and as I gulped it down the boys started cheering and clapping. I felt like a really big shit then. Handing me another beer they dared me to do it again. Pedro took the can first and drinking some of the beer out of opened a bottle of gin and filled the half-empty can with gin. Taking the can without even thinking I drank it down. Clapping and cheering their approval I really felt like one of the boys. I sat there grinning like a fool; proud I had their approval. I was beginning to feel very relaxed after that beer and gin. In truth I was looped out of my mind. Pedro reached over than over pulling at my shirt telling me to get some sun. After giving me another beer and gin it wasn’t long before Pedro was tugging at my shoes and pants telling me to go all the way. I was feeling wonderful, so I just let him do whatever he wanted. He finally had me naked. Leaning back on those hot leather seats basking in the sun I felt like a prince. As soon as I’d finished a Beer Pedro would press another into my hands and I would sip on it. When he started running his hands over my body I began getting hotter than hell. I began to fidget and my cock was sticking up and beginning to seep cum like a bitch in heat. The guys were all watching Pedro working me up and giggling. Pedro told the others they had a little fagot here eager to have his ass fucked. They all cheered again telling Pedro to show them how he fucked a boy. Rolling me over in the seat he scooted me on my chest and then kneeling in back of me pushed that cock of his up my ass. As we roared along the highway passing truckers that were giving us the high sign, he pumped my ass like no tomorrow. Getting his nuts off, he got us sitting again and pulling me over again pushed his cock into my mouth. I just automatically began sucking on him. I was working that cock of his as we sailed through Del Rio on our way to Ciudad Acuna Mexico. Pedro pushed me down throwing my clothes on top of me as we approached the U.S. checkpoint. He held me down on his cock and when the border guards saw that it was all Mexicans in the car going home, they waved the car right through. Before we were even over the Rio Grande’ Bridge, I was sucking his cum down my throat. We had no sooner passed the Mexican checkpoints than they rummaged under the seat pulling out some reefers. Lighting up, they started passing them around. Sitting up wiping cum off my lips when they passed one to me. I was so looped and hot I began puffing on the joint. I had reached the point I would do everything they told me to, and I remember very little about anything. Vaguely I remember another one of them pulling his clothes off, and as we traveled along the back roads of Acuna, he started screwing the shit out of me in the back seat. I was happy lying their naked getting fucked by this Mexican. It seemed as natural as breathing. We slowed and one of the guys dashed into this little cantina. He was out of there seconds later giving instructions of a place they could go for the night. He carried a big sack with more beer in it and opening it. gave me more to drink. We traveled a little way out of town. I seemed to remember them pulling up to an abandoned dirty little adobe hovel. Parking, they led me still naked into a dark little room with a mattress thrown on the floor. We sat there smoking joints and drinking. I vaguely remember the room filling up with men. It seemed like a dream as I looked at all those dark hared Mexican faces. Then it was naked bodies and big cocks working me over all night. I dreamt I was at a party or Gangbang and I was the bang. Over and over I seemed to remember big cocks, little cocks all poking into my mouth and ass. As I began to sober up, I knew it was no dream. I saw Pedro taking money from men and letting them into the room. They would grin down at me laying their naked. Then stripping, each guy would fuck the shit out of me. I realized dimly that they were selling my body to the local boys. I kept drifting in and out of and reality and someone was always pouring booze down my throat. I could vaguely remember being screwed by at least a dozen greasy dirty Mexican thugs and I will never remember how many cocks I had shoved down my throat. I have no idea how late they carried on, but when I finally awoke, it was hot and they sun was bright. I hurt all over and my mouth tasted like cock. Naked and crawling off of that dirty mattress, I had no idea where I was. Looking for my clothes, all I found was Pedro’s grimy ripped jeans and a dirty tattered shirt. Everything I had was gone, my money, my wallet, my identification--everything. I staggered up a little unsteady on my feet and looking down at my body, I was disgusted to see all the hickeys, cuts, and bite marks all over my skin. Running my hand over my ass, I was bloody and sore. Those bastards had raped me bloody. I was standing there with my hand up my ass when the door flew open and the Mexican police swarmed into the room and surrounded me. Pointing and snickering, they shouted pointing at me--calling me a Gringo, whore, and a Fagot. I tried to explain but they spoke no English. It was much later I learned they never spoke English when they picked up American boys they wanted to fuck. I tried to grab those filthy clothes they left me, but they pulled me away cuffing my hands behind my back. Dragging me naked to their car they forced me into the back. The back seat had been ripped out of their old ford and bars had been put on the window opening. There was no glass in them. As we traveled through the streets of the town, I tried to crouch down to keep from showing my nakedness. We shot out of town and up this winding road. I wondered were the hell they were taking me. Finally slowing, they pulled up in front of what looked like an old rundown adobe prison. Dragging me from the car ,hey pushed and shoved me into this musty dirty building. Still naked and smelling like a farm animal, I created quite the sensation as they pulled me into the Captain’s office. Standing and looking at me, he began to question me in Spanish. Pleading with him to speak English, he smiled saying he knew no English. For fifteen minutes standing naked in front of this fierce looking desk Sargent, I tried to explain how I got to Mexico and what had happened to me. It seems the only things, the only words he understood was drunk, pot, and fucking. It was then that I realized no one knew where I was, or for that matter, really cared. I’d left town on a lark and I told no one of my plans. I could be in this prison for years and no one would ever know or even have a clue where to begin to look for me. Filling out some papers in Spanish, he handed them to one of his officers and waved them away saying he had a to do a little interrogation of the criminal. The two guards laughed a dirty little laugh and left. This short burley man in the spotless uniform stood and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, slipped it off. Moving around the desk, he pulled his high black boots off. As he unbuckled his pants, he let them drop to the floor--he stepped out of those. The only thing left he had on then was this silver chain around his neck. Glancing down the hard magnificent body of his, I saw one of the biggest hardest uncut cocks I’d ever seen. Muttering in some limited English, he bluntly said, “You like sucking Mexican cock? You gringo whore? Well, Marco Sanchez has a piece for you to work over.” And with that he pushed me to my knees. He was too big--even for me--but as he held his cock in his hands and pealed back his foreskin, and grabbing my head, in one shove buried himself in my throat. He was hot and violent as he pumped that meat down my throat. I was struggling just for breath. My need for air was even overcome even that strong randy taste of his cock. Pushing my back into the desk, he pumped my head so violently, I was bobbing like a cork in water. Grabbing my head to steady it, he rammed himself into me deeply pushing his huge hairy balls into my face. I felt him tense as he filled me with what seemed like gallons of cum. He kept me pinned there struggling for air, and suddenly I felt the hot burst of piss shooting down into my stomach. Stepping back after using me as his toilet, he began dressing. Looking down at me he growled he would fuck me tonight perhaps. Now dressed he called to his men and they led me away. They led me down a little hall to a cell just out of sight of the main office and entrance. Removing my handcuffs, they threw me into what looked like a holding cell. Still in shock from my treatment and now smelling like a toilet, I stood at the bars trying to get the one of the guards’ attention. When he finally walked over, I ask for something to wear. The guard just laughed calling me a gringo whore and held his hand out like as if to take money. Then looking me up and down, he put his hand on his crotch and giggling just laughed. I full well understood how I was going to pay for any and every thing I was given. Looking around the cell there was a dingy mattress, but no sheets or anything I could put around me to cover my nakedness. At least there was a toilet and a makeshift shower in the corner. Showering I was at least a little cleaner. I stood there letting the hot air blowing in from the open barred window dry me off. As I stood there arms outstretched drying off, one of the younger guards came over. Snickering, he said I was damn lucky they didn’t throw me into the main prison block. He went on to describe that it was a big dirty room with a trench for a toilet that ran through ten large cells. Ten men to a cell were locked up down there. If they had put me into any one of the cell,s every man in that cell would rape me in seconds. If they wanted to make money off my ass, they could still put me in a different cell every night and charge the blokes for my service. My gringo body was a real hot commodity in a Mexican jail. At last I had someone that spoke English. I told him my story and he just snickered again saying I was booked for possession of drugs, and prostitution. No attorney in Mexico could get me out of this prison. I couldn’t even prove I was an American. For all they knew I was one of those blond blue eyed Mexican bastards. If I had money I could buy my way out, but other wise I was a cash cow--the guards were going to use me to supplement their incomes. They would simply sell my ass. I as long as I could keep the guards happy and do anything they asked, they would keep me safe. As the young guard turned to go, he said he was on duty tonight and would be back later, and again snickering, said he wanted a fuck. Pacco was the guard that would be bringing me supper. The minute he mentioned food, I realized I was starving. As he left, this big fat greasy looking wetback looking guard came in. He was carrying a wicker basket and looking up at me, asked if I wanted to eat. Nodding affirmatively, he lifted the cloth telling me it was all for me. Setting the basket on a little table just out of my reach, he began rubbing his crotch. Moving closer to the bars and unzipping his pants, he pulled out his hard-unwashed cock. As he shoved it through the , I knew what I had to do if I wanted to eat today. Kneeling in front of him I took him into my mouth and reaching through the bars, he held my ears and holding me firmly against the bars, began and to face fuck me. He was disgusting, but I took all of him and as he shot his load I swallowed it all. Satisfied, he opened the little gate and slid my food into me. It was really quite good and smiling he managed to ask me in bad English if I wanted a beer. Leaving for a few seconds, he returned with several bottles of Carta Blanka beer. Setting it on the desk again I thought I knew what he wanted and I got on my knees in front of the bars again. Shaking his head he indicated I should turn around. The bastard wanted to fuck me. Hell after last night I would do anything for a cold beer. Backing up to the bars, he surprised me when he opened the cell and stepped in. Pushing me over to the dirty mattress, he made me kneel, laying my chest on it. Then dropping his pants and stepping out of them, he raped the shit out of me. I lay there naked on that dirty cot knowing I was going to get fucked or suck every damn one of these policemen just to stay alive. I lay there all night, half-asleep half-awake, afraid of what morning would bring. I soon found out. At daybreak, I heard my cell door opening and standing over me were two of the day police just going on duty. I knew now the word was out about me and I was now available to the whole city police department now--as their gringo whore. They had already started to strip as they were staring down at me were giving me orders in Spanish. Pulling me off the cot and pushing me down on all fours, they began to fuck me from both ends. Laughing as they pumped my body with their hard cocks, they would grab hold of me and holding me tight when they were ready to cum, they would drive themselves deep and shoot their loads into me. One of the younger ones patted me on the ass, then in perfect English told me I had earned my breakfast today. That done, I had a quick shower and then my boys brought my breakfast--at least I was clean. As I looked over the tray one thing I had to be grateful for, was they were taking wonderful care of me. I had never eaten so well or so much. In fact in some ways Marco Sanchez had become my patron. In the late afternoons, I would go into his office and we would lie there together and he would make love to me. He always said that when he retired he was going to take me home with him. He saw to it that his boys were even teaching me to speak Spanish. In his way I think he loved me. After my morning fuck, I was just finishing up breakfast one morning when I was surrounded by the morning patrol from town. Apparently the word was now out that I was the new police force whore and available to anyone that wore a uniform. As I looked at those handsome young boys, I was beginning to like this being their whore and I was not afraid to tell them so. Putting my breakfast tray on the floor, I went down on my knees, eager to service them. Like perfect gentlemen they lined up with their hard uncut cocks waving hot and ready. Doing them, when I had finished blowing each one of them and taking his cum I would lick him clean and thank him. When I had serviced the last one, he pushed me over to the cot. In perfect English he announced, “We want to fuck your ass now gringo whore.” In my broken Spanish I told them I was ready for them. Spreading my legs wide,, I was ready to take all those five cocks up my ass. In the weeks that passed I just accepted my role as their whore. I even began to learn their names. I think that they were beginning to feel a little affection for me. Various times one of them would bring me flowers or chocolates or shaving cream. They were treating me very well. I was beginning to even gain weight. If I do say so myself I never looked better, or felt better. Sex really did agree with me. That was just the beginning of my service for them. One night this terrible yelling and screaming awaked me. It seems that the prisoners in the back were rebelling for better food and treatment. I had been told about the men in the big cellblock. The guards tried everything to pacify the men, then one of them whispered something and when he disappeared into the room everything got real still. He had promised them something they all wanted. Minutes later they were unlocking my cell they led me into that stinking room below. Unlocking the first cell, they threw me into the arms of those dirty unwashed criminals. They had given the men what the wanted, someone to fuck. As the young officer had predicted ten men gathered around me. Forcing me to my back and crawling all over my body I was screwed and sucked cock until I was senseless. It was relentless, all night my body was raped. By morning I was glassy eyed and numb when they came for me. They had developed a system, every night I was given to another cell to pacify them. After a week of constant raping, I became so used, to this I would hurry behind the guards blowing kisses to the men in the cells I had been with the night before. I was now eager to have new fresh cock to service. I had become a true nymphomaniac. I was now eager for every cock I could get. I had lived in that cell now for five months, servicing the officers by day and going to the cellblocks at night. I had long ago forgotten what it was like to wear clothing and my life was eating sleeping and most of all--fucking. I had gotten to the point when anyone opened my cell door I wold drop to my knees to service them. It no longer mattered who or what they were, I knew my duties. I was expected to service them and their friends. Then, one afternoon my cell door was opened and two big Americans stepped in. One was a huge black the other a large red hared man. I was on my knees taking their pants down. Startled, they just let me drop their pants and shorts. I was working their cock in seconds for all I was worth. When I took their loads, I looked up, asking if they wanted to screw me. Seeing them smiling and nodding, I whirled around, laying my chest on my cot spread my legs ready for them. They were hot, and pumping me even my regulars came in to watch them push their meat to me. They were good American boys and really knew how to fuck, but they sure didn’t have the staying power of my boys. As they zipped up, they ask me if I was Sanders Keller. Looking up in shock at someone knowing who I was, they told me they had picked up some wetback and found my wallet. After questioning them, they had traced me down here. I was now free and could leave. I began to cry--I was free at last. Helping me to their car, they put me in the front seat to drive me home. Now embarrassed for the first time at my nakedness, I asked if I could get something to wear. Patting my leg, the detectives told me they would let me have some of their things to wear when we got to their motel. Then Charley the big black man patted me on the leg saying I would need to earn them. Sandy the red head said they just loved fucking my ass and wanted to get me into a bed for a real romp. I began to realize they were the same as my boys in prison. Smiling, my hands sliding over to their cocks, I knew how to satisfy any man now. I was more than happy to sleep with these two. They were staying at the Chicago Villa, a small Mexican Motor Lodge. Taking me to their room, they fished around and came up with a sweater and pair of jeans, telling me to dress and that we would all go out for some supper. They even had produced a pair of sneakers for me to wear. It felt so strange wearing clothing now, I was really uncomfortable and kept pulling at it. I hated it. Worst of all was how uncomfortable the crotch was, I just wished I could be naked. After parking, we entered this spiffy restaurant. They ordered steaks around the table. It felt so strange sitting there with this room full of fancy dressed people. I guess I liked seeing people naked. I kept squirming and pulling at my clothes. I really was uncomfortable. Dinner seemed to take forever and I was anxious to get back to the motel and get some cock. Finally, that long boring dinner was over. We were on the way back and I was a hard as a rock. I wanted to feel that black cock up my ass again. As soon as the door was opened, I was in stripping ready for them. Laughing, I spread out on the bed begging them to take me. It was a ball that night, but finally they were tired and wanted to sleep. I lay between them wishing I could go down and service my friends in the cells, I just hadn’t gotten enough cock tonight to be happy. I lay there all night wide-awake wishing they had never come for me. When Charley and Sandy woke I was at them again. I needed their cocks. They kept complaining they were exhausted all through my blowjob. When they had showered and dressed we went to the little café to eat our breakfast. That was when I asked if they had to take me back. Looking at each other they said it was up to me. Did I really want to stay in jail in a Mexican border town? Nodding yes, I said I was happy here, it was my home now. I had only one favor to ask of them and that was to drive me back to my jail. How well I remember that long dusty road out of town. When they pulled up in front I got out. Standing and stripping I folded the clothes and handed them back to Charley. Naked, I walked proudly into jail opened my cell door and went in. I was home and in seconds I had my strong beautiful policemen waiting around me for service. I was indeed home.


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85 Gay Erotic Stories from Nathan Harvey

A Man And His Dog

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

Adam

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

Adonis

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

Black Daddy

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

Born to Serve Man

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

Buddies

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

Bull

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

Caught in the Act

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

Champion

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

Chico's Boy

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

Destiny's Child

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

Dr. Goodlove

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

Drifter

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

El Rancho

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

Executive Sweets

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

First Love

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

First Time

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

Friend, Lover, Master

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

Full Circle

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

Getting Religion

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

Gladiator, Part 1

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

Gladiator, Part 2

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

Gladiator, Part 3

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

Gladiator, Part 4

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

Good Neighbor

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

Helot

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

Houseboy

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

It Happened One Night

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

Jail Bait

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

Janitor's Delight

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

Kennel Boy

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

Leather Man

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

Livestock

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

Lochinvar

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

Master

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

New Boy In Town

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

New World Five

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

On Probation

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

Persuasion

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

Pet

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

Pretty Daddies

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

Reporting For Duty Sir!

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

Rocco

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

Service Boy

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

Service Boy, Part 1

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

Service Boy, Part 2

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

Shower Buddies

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

Sissy Boy

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

Slave Boy

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

Sons Of Eros

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

Stud Farm

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

Tennessee Justice System

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

Terminal Man

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

The Apprentice, Part 1

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

The Apprentice, Part 2: Conclusion

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

The Big One

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

The Choosing

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

The Faternity

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

The Final Step

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

The Foreman

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

The Game

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

The Game, Conculsion

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

The Game, Part 2

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

The Game, Part 3

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

The Game, Part 4

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

The Isle of Mann

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

The Major

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

The Mall Rat

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

The Orgy

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

The Pony Ranch

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

The Preacher's Son

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

The Secretary, Part 1

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

The Secretary, Part 2

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

The Secretary, Part 3

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

The Super

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

The Tutor

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

The Wild Card In The Deck

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

The Wish

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

Thief

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

Tom, Dick And Harry

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

Trucker Man

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

Trucker Man's Service Boy

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

Varsity Queer

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

White Boy For Sale

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

Wild In The Woods

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

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