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The Tutor

by Nathan Harvey


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. When Coach Macintyre asked me to tutor him I just turned to jelly. Would I tutor the stud?—you’re damn right I would! Just to sit across from that animal was my wildest fantasy come true. Now don't take me for a size queen because it would take two hands to hold that whopper of his--he was all man and I was glad of it. He was the kind of man I wanted to be my first. I knew he was into girls I had heard all the bragging rumors, but still there were those rumors about him swinging both ways. Still I was excited just being around my dream stud. When we started this tutoring, it was at school in Coach's office, but the distractions were too much for Mattie. He just couldn't get it together and concentrate. When I told coach it was a no go, that I couldn't get the concentration I needed out of him in his office, Coach asked if we could study at my house. Telling him I didn't think so, Mattie said there was no one at his place, and asked if I wanted to come over there. This was even better than I could have ever hoped for. After getting his address, I asked him if he wanted to start after school every night. After giving me that pained look, I said when I could get him caught up; we would only study twice a week. Giving me that jock grin of his he said he guessed that was okay. I knew that was because the coach had warned him that if he got another failing grade, he was off the team and there would go any chance of a scholarship. Then Mattie did something that surprised me—asking if I had a car. When I said no, he told me to meet him on the steps and we could go to his house together and after our tutoring class, he would drive me home. Trying not to smile. I said that would be just fine. Leaving the coach’s office, I was on pins and needles all afternoon until I met him on the steps. When I came pushing through the doors, I saw him holding court at the bottom of the stairs. When I got closer, he saw me and pulling himself free of the crowd, he joined me saying he was ready. By now everyone knew I was going to tutor the great jock. It made me feel like I was special, now I wasn't just a nerd; I was the guy that was tutoring Mattie Morrison and keeping him eligible to play. Suddenly I was now everybody's friend. Sliding into his old rusted out LaBaron, he sat in the driver’s seat and began dropping the top. He then asked me how I liked his trusty old wheels. Looking over at him in that tight yellow T-shirt and those skintight jeans, I said he was “one of a kind”, and then realizing what I'd just said, I hastily corrected myself, saying his car was one of a kind. As he pulled out of the lot, I felt like a Cinderella with my Prince Charming. Well, so much for that kind of thinking--one false move on my part and I would be dead on the spot. I knew he lived on Morrison Street, but I thought it was North Morrison St. When we made the turn south on Morrison, I was shocked. This was the section of town they called “shanty town”. When he pulled into this broken concrete driveway cloaked by weeds, he blushed a little saying this was home. Not knowing what to say, I said nothing. After entering the house, he told me to come to his room, where we could study undisturbed. I was shocked at the looks of the place. As we entered the living room, it was one step away from being condemned by the board of health. After trudging up the dark steps, when he pushed open his door to his bedroom, I was surprised again. The room was immaculate. He had painted all the old furniture white and then used what looked to be white sheets, at the window to give a credible drapery effect. Big colorful posters simply framed in K-Mart type frames were grouped on the one long wall, giving the room a stylish look. After going to his desk, I began unpacking the books from my backpack. Mattie asked if I wanted a beer before we got started. Looking over at him he just laughed saying his dad always let him drink at home. He added that we would just have one beer and then we had better get to work. He was gone in a flash, bounding down the stairs. When he returned he had two cans of Miller High Life, then suddenly blushing, he asked if I wanted a glass, adding sheepishly that he was a can man. Not wanting to embarrass him, I said no, the can would be fine. After settling down, I began the task of teaching this big dolt some basic geometry. Once we began getting into it, I began finding he really had a good mind. Ever so slowly, we began making progress. I knew that tomorrow we would be tested, so I wanted this to be the test of whether I could make a difference. The later it got I began hinting that it was time for me to leave. After looking at the clock and jumping up, he said he didn't realize how late it was that he would drive me home and then he could stop at Wendy's for a burger. As we headed down the steps, the front door was thrown open and this drunk came staggering in. Looking up at us and belching, he staggered over to the sofa and collapsed. I could tell from the look on Mattie's face--he was mortified. As we headed out to his car, Mattie mumbled that his father had been sick. Saying nothing, I began to realize just how good I had it at home. On the drive to my house, when we came to my street, I asked if he wanted to have supper with us. Almost timidly he said maybe another time. I insisted, saying we would even have a little time for more studying after we ate. Looking over at me and grinning, he said if my parents didn't mind, that would be great. After going inside, I discovered Mom in the kitchen, and I introduced Mattie to her telling her this was the boy I was tutoring. Mom seemed delighted that I was being a tutor and asked him if he wanted to stay for supper. By then Dad was standing in the doorway, and I could tell he was in awe of Mattie. He was the kind of son all fathers wanted-- blond, handsome and very athletic. He was everything Dad wished I was. Somehow Dad made me feel like a loser again. At supper he was asking Mattie questions at a mile a minute--where did he first learn to play ball, where was he going to college. Mattie said if it weren't for me he might not get to college. Suddenly, Dad was looking at me with a different expression. He actually seemed to be shocked that I could make a difference to this jock, that he needed me. Mom turned towards both of us, saying that they were going out for the evening and us boys would have the house to ourselves to study. Once supper was over and we were in my room, Mattie said he sure liked my parents a lot. Pulling out the books again, we began a review of what we had studied all that afternoon. When it was time for him to leave, I could tell he didn't really want to go. Knowing what he had to go home to, I didn't blame him. That next day I got a call from Coach Macintyre to come to his office. Hurrying down the hall, I was afraid to even go in. As I hesitated at the doorway, I could see through the open door Coach and Mattie standing there with his paper in his hands. As soon as I was inside, Mattie had his arms around me giving me a big kiss. I wanted to die on the spot, but coach was pumping my hand like this kiss was the most natural thing in the world---saying, "You did it boy, he passed with flying colors thanks to you!" Feeling like I was on cloud nine, I queried, "English Lit next?" As I was leaving I said, "Same time, same place?" Grinning Mattie chided me that “I’d better believe it." I was on cloud nine all the rest of that day. Filling up my backpack with Lit books and term papers, I was all set for the lesson. I knew that if Mattie could master Geometry, English Lit should be a snap! He was on the steps waiting for me when I got out of my class. Slinging my book pack on my back, we headed down to his car. Mattie then turned to me and asked if we could go to my house to study--his father was home sick. Looking at his face, I knew he meant drunk, but saying I hoped his father felt better, and of course, we could study in my room. I had a bit of a break with English Lit—at least he had read all the work--he just didn't understand it. Stretching out on my bed, he stared up at the ceiling as I began asking him questions about the stories. Looking over at Mattie lying there sprawled out on my bed, I was mesmerized by that huge basket of his--projecting up from his crotch. As I began talking about the story plot, he seemed to get excited when he began to understand the story line. Mattie truly had a good mind and he could make something of himself if he tried. What I was thinking was--he had an even better body! I was ready to call it a night when dad stuck his head into the room asking if my friend was staying for supper. Looking over at Mattie, I saw that he was waiting for me to say--yes or no--for him. As I began to know him better, I was surprised at how sensitive he was and I wondered if he had any inkling how I really felt about him. Telling Dad if it was all right with Mom, we could study a little more after dinner. When we were seated at the table, it was like Mattie had become one of the family. Mom just fawned over him and as for Dad; it was like he was his other son. When he finally left that night after our post-supper tutoring session, what I was feeling now for him was not hero worship. Over the weeks that followed, Mattie’s grades improved to the point where his scholarship was assured. His academic success was basically attributable to the fact that now he knew how to study. When I told dad about Mattie's grades, he seemed very pleased, telling me what a good job I'd done on him and that I was a real pro. Almost in the same breath, he said that mother and he were going to be in Chicago for the coming weekend and suggested that I might ask Mattie to stay over. Continuing on, he said he knew I was nearly twenty, but they thought it would be good for me to have my friend over anyway—even if it was just for companionship. I knew damn well what he meant. I was small for my age and effeminate and Mattie would be there to protect me if anything happened. Saying that his idea sounded great, dad seemed pleased with my acceptance of his suggestion. Now I had planned on telling Mattie that we were finished with my tutoring, but now this was a new ball of wax. I knew if I didn't asked him at supper Dad would. Sure enough--he did. Beaming and looking over at me, Mattie said he would love to spend the weekend. He was on the steps that Friday afternoon ready to meet me, saying he had his bag in the car. As we walked to his car, he said he felt different about me than most of the other guys, and his hand brushed against my ass. Almost shyly he asked if I felt the same way about him. No way was I going to tell him I was hot for his body, so I told him how much I admired him and how great a jock I thought he was. That was all I was prepared to say. Grinning and giving me a wink, he smiled and laughingly said, “So you think I'm a jock?” By then we were pulling into the driveway and be both saw Dad packing up the Lincoln. I commented, “I thought they would be leaving in the morning. Dad had said they wanted to get an early start and that way they would beat all the Chicago morning traffic”. After parking and entering the house, I saw that mom was all ready to leave. Giving me a kiss she said, "You boys be good." As soon as the door closed we were on our own. Tonight we didn't need to study, so I suggested we watch some TV. Mattie said he ad something in the car for us, so we could enjoy the weekend. Coming back in with an eight pack of beer, he giggled out loud like some little kid saying we had the whole weekend and we might as well get to know each other really good. Looking at him standing there in those tight jeans, I was almost afraid to drink with him. I was afraid of myself--and what I might say or do. Going into the kitchen with the beer, I heard him stashing it in the refrigerator. Coming back into the living room he was holding two glasses of beer in his hands. Laughing I said I’d though he was a can man. Giggling he said, "How could I spike your drink then man?" Taking the beer from him, I figured I would nurse it along and let him do all the drinking. Sitting on one end of the sofa and he sprawled out on the other side. Sipping on my beer I just seemed to relax and let it all hang out. Looking over at him, he was stroking his basket saying at times he would get so horny it was hard not to just beat off. I was mesmerized by the slow, easy motion of his hand working his growing basket. Then lifting his hips, he began running his hand down his pants as he began adjusting himself. Now I was beginning to sweat, this whole situation was getting out of hand. Taking my empty glass for me, Mattie said he would rinse them out in the kitchen. Laying back I was now too dizzy to object. I couldn't believe just one beer and I was in La-La Land! When he returned he began unzipping his jeans, saying he was getting castrated by them. We just sat there and I pretended to watch the TV and he kept stroking that rod of his. Then standing and stepping out of his jeans, he pulled off his T-shirt. Then he said it was time for a little fun., Sprawling out on the sofa naked, he pulled me over to him and asked, "You still think I'm a hot jock?" Moving my mouth to his nipples he said, "Suck those babies and show me you want me." My arms went around him and while I was busy licking and sucking his nipples, he kept saying, "Yes baby, you want more of me than that don't you/” Pulling me up he said, "Baby tonight you’re going to get the thrill of you life." He then began helping me help me up stairs and into my room. He lay me down on the bed and then began stripping off my clothes, telling me it was time for me to find out what it was all about. Just looking at that beautiful body, I felt like I was in this wild fantasy. Feeling the bed moving as he crawled in, he then began straddling my chest, and then he pushed his cock in to my lips. All too soon, I found myself tasting his cock's precum and sheepishly I tried to pull away from him, saying I didn't want to do this. He said, “I know you want it baby--now let’s get it on!. Gently pressing his cock against my lips, I could again taste that salty strange taste as his cock slid into my mouth. Looking up at that hard body of his that beautiful shaft, I knew I had to be dreaming. Suddenly, he was holding this small vile under my nose and telling me to breathe in deeply. Suddenly his cock was the most important thing in my life and my body began to hunger for him. With each sniff of the bottle, my throat relaxed more and he just seemed to slip deeper into my throat until I could feel his balls on my chin. I could hear his voice far away as if it were in a dream saying, “Go baby take it all and give Daddy a good blowjob." He would pump my mouth for a while and then shove those poppers under my nose. Then he was pumping my face again. Soon, I could feel him pumping his cum deep in my throat. I had done the deed and all I wanted now was his cock and he damn well knew it. Still sucking on his cock as he pulled it from my mouth, I began begging him to let me suck him off again. Grinning and sliding down my body and grasping my legs, he pulled them over his shoulders. Lifting me upwards a bit, his cock head was now probing the entrance to my ass. He began spitting on his cockhead, and after wetting the head and the upper portion of his shaft, he began invading my ass. Crying out that he was too big, lust soon overcame my fright and I surrendered to his wants. Then shoving the vile under my nose, he began saying it would make me relax. After inhaling deeply, at first I began feeling dizzy and then this burning desire for sex inflamed my mind. As he began pushing his cock into me, I was so far gone now; I was pushing back in the direction of his assault. Telling me I was going to take all of him, he kept pumping and thrusting forward inching deeper into my body. From the blinding pain, then followed by lust, I had crossed over and now I was begging him to fuck me. Giving one great lunge, he drove his cock deep into my ass as far as he could go. Startled, I began crying out from the pain, but he quickly pushed the poppers under my nose. Then slowly my body seemed to begin to accommodate his giant cock. Slowly the pain was being replaced with this awesome feeling. It was like he was crawling inside my body. Giggling. he said, “I just knew you'd be cherry.” After a long and delicious reaming, with one final thrust, he implanted his entire organ deep up my ass unloading his balls in violent spurts. Gasping as he unloaded volley after volley and feeling that warm cum spreading inside me, I wanted him to stay in my body forever. After he pulled out of my ass, I pulled him down to me, covering him with kisses. Still hungry for his cock, I began slipping to my knees, then sucking him into my throat. He began laughing saying, “Baby you can have that as often as you want it.” All that night he kept at my ass and had me in this sexual fog. I kept begging for more. Slowly, as my mind began clearing, I began to realize what was happening to me. Laying there as my mind began clearing and looking up at Mattie with him between my legs and busy fucking the shit out of me, I managed to ask, "How, why?" Laughing he said, " Ruffies baby, Ruffies. After that beer your ass was all mine and you really wanted me baby--now you got me." Pushing me back down and telling me to relax and enjoy it, he advised me that he was going to fuck my ass all weekend. Bending me double and ramming his cock deep inside me, I could feel his hot cum flowing deep inside of me again. Grinning Mattie said, "Baby you're my personal bitch now whether you like it or not. But we know you love it don't we?". Feeling a blush coming over me and looking at that beautiful body I said, "You know I want it don't you--you bastard.?" All that weekend he was everything I could ever want as a lover, but I knew this would never work. But Mattie Morrison had other plans for us. Saturday night we lay together and he was telling me we could be roomies in college and I could help him with his studies and we would have a wonderful life together. Telling him it couldn't work he asked why not? His answer was to roll over in bed and working his cock into its full glory saying, "You want to give this up baby?" Straddling his hips and spreading my ass cheeks I began lowering myself on his throbbing cock. Mattie knew I was his to command now and lifting his hips and pushing his cock even deeper into my ass he grunted saying, "You’re not going to give this up, are you bitch?" Now with his cock deep inside me he said, "See Bitch your ass belongs to me now." To make sure I knew what I was, all that weekend he kept me in bed--naked and fucking me. Now there was no way I could refuse him anything, he owned me. I was now so into him—that even when he told me to suck his ass, I was between his cheeks lapping and sucking at his asshole like I would never get enough of him. Pulling me up my hair then and shoving his cock into my mouth he said, "Remember bitch no one but me is in that ass of yours--bitch." Then driving himself deep into my throat he said I was better than any fucking cunt. After getting off again, he said he’d better clean up and get out of here--that my parents would be getting back soon. Looking at him laying there his cock now soft between his legs, I kneeled at his feet wanting more from him. Laughing as he spread his legs and shoved his soft cock into my mouth, the last thing I expected was what I got. Mattie held my head and began pissing in my throat. As I was busy choking and gagging, he said he was marking his property. Feeling totally destroyed, I instinctively began swallowing, knowing I was going to do everything he told me to now. As soon as he finished using me as his toilet, he turned and headed into the bathroom to shower. Still hungry for him, I slid into the shower with him and dropped to my knees to blow him. Instead, he said he wanted to fuck my ass again. With me now bent hanging over hanging on to the faucets, he sank his cock deep inside me. When he straightened up, he lifted my feet from the floor leaving me suspended on his meat. Hanging there trying to steady myself on the faucets, he put his hands on my body and began jacking himself off with my ass. Dangling on his tool, I had to lean forward steadying myself against those faucets. Keeping me impaled on that rocket of his, he began sliding my body up and down on his shaft--beating himself off with my ass. Hanging there like a coat on a rack, I'd become an extension of his body and now my every movement was completely under his control. Soon I was feeling him shooting his load in my ass. He said that from now on, he wanted to fuck me everyday. Remembering how he felt inside me, I said anytime he wanted me. As Mattie began dressing, he told me I’d better clean the place up, because it smelled like a cathouse. With that he left saying he would see me tomorrow outside on the front steps of the school. After hastily throwing on some jeans and a sweatshirt, I had just finished cleaning and straightening up the place when I heard my parent’s car in the drive. Pleading homework, I hurried upstairs to my room saying that Mattie and I had gone to Burger Chef for a big whopper, and that I wasn’t hungry for any more food. Smiling to myself thinking I did have one damn big whopper—and it sure wasn't from Burger Chief! That night I dreamed about Mattie. He was my man now and it had never crossed my mind that he should let me fuck him. It was like he had said--I was his bitch now. As he had promised, he met me on the steps after school and we went to his place that next day. As soon as we were in his room, he had me naked and within seconds was on the bed fucking me. It was only after I had given myself to him that we would study. Then before I would leave, I would either fuck his ass with my tongue or blow him. I had accepted this as the way it should be between a man and his bitch. The rest of my school year was a dream come true. Mattie had said he had all the cock I would ever want--and he did. We would meet after school now every afternoon for our study period. I had to laugh when I would see all the girls hanging on him--eager to get him into bed--to get his monster tool up their cunt. If they only knew all that meat was mine! Seeing me approach, he pulled away from his harem and we headed to his car. We had it down to a system now,--five days a week he would fuck me at his house. Over the weekends it would be at my house. I was his sex slave and I loved it. Now he was getting even bolder and having me suck him off in the showers after gym class. Each time we did it, he became bolder wanting to show control of me. Then he decided that he was going to fuck me and he was really on a high when he got it off. I guess it was the excitement of risk that made him want me even more. He had me spread eagle on the shower bench humping the shit out of me, we heard Coach Macintyre’s booming voice ask what the hell was going on. I just turned to jelly--now the whole school would know I was gay. Telling us to dress and see him in his office--we where both convinced we were going to be expelled. When we were standing in front of the Coach, he looked over at me saying he should have known Mattie was going to get me into trouble. Telling us to get our asses out of there, and because of our eminent graduations, he would not say anything to the school board, but we’d better never show our faces on school property again. It was a great relieve when our graduation ceremonies were over. Coach was true to his word and said nothing. I received my college acceptance letter, but Mattie' scholarship never came--he didn't make the cut. I didn't want to believe it, but I suspected it was because the coach gave him a poor character recordation. When he got this letter of, "We regret to inform you…" I had hoped we would at least have the summer together, but even that wasn’t to be. That last time we were together, he told me he had gotten this job offer that was too good to turn down. Leaving Mattie that last time was the hardest thing I'd ever done in my life. All that summer I kept hoping he would come back to town, just for a night, a weekend. I had faced my parents and I was well out of the closet. It went far better than I had ever hoped it could. I just knew I would never find anyone like Mattie again. I heard someone say once that the first man in your life would always be special to you. Mattie was and always would be the man I loved. After a summer of mourning my loss, I started college. That was when I met Collin and I learned what it was to love a man and have him love you in return. Over those next four years he taught me how to love and be loved. As I found this circle of men like me, I began to realize how wonderful gay life could be. It was when I was out shopping for a video for Collin and I to watch over the weekend that I finally found out about Mattie and what the job was that he had been offered. Seeing a picture of this blond, naked stud on this box getting screwed, I recognized it was Mattie getting fucked by this big black bull of a man. Pulling the tape down and buying it, I hurried to the dorm room to see my lover again. As the screen flickered alive, he was there in all his naked glory. Settling down to see my lover, he seemed so much smaller, and less handsome now. Watching him in action, I could remember how he had felt inside me, but Mattie was not that God like and beautiful as I remembered him. He was just a well-muscled stud with a big cock. It was so different seeing him again on that tape than the way I had remembered him. Mattie had been my hero, my lover and now I saw him as he was--nothing but a two bit porn slut. Oh God I though—Why--why did I find this tape! Looking at that tired and bored face of his, Mattie had that universally ‘stoned look’ so many of the porno stars had. I was crushed to find my dream man had feet of clay. About then there was this knock on the door and Collin (my lover) came in. Seeing Mattie on the screen getting fucked by this gang of black studs, he began laughing, saying all those cowboy jockeys looked alike--in a few years they would be shells of their former selves in some back ally being fucked by drunks and tramps. This guy had to be on the way out because when they have that many blacks gangbanging a white boy, he usually was a ‘has been’. Somehow it seemed right. Mattie had been a star once again, and now his time was over. Pulling Collin down on the bed with me and undoing his shirt I said. “Let’s fuck—lover!” Who was it that said, “You can never go home again.” I guess that was meant for old lovers as well—and apparently for the best. Comments to Nathan Harvey at Harveynate@AOL.com


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85 Gay Erotic Stories from Nathan Harvey

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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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