Dubnium Up has 7 stories published on MenOnTheNet.com's Gay Erotic Stories, including:
After ten years in the Navy, I'd learned a few things about cruising--or not cruising-on base, and how to figure out who was 'safe' to hit on. I'd seen enough guys get burned by the system and tossed out on their ass for being gay. It sort of came to me as second nature, what I thought I could do and what was too hot to go near (or maybe just too fuckin' uptight...). This pissed...
In the sixth grade I transferred to another school and was faced with the usual problems of adjusting to new courses and teachers, and with trying to decide who of my new classmates I would like to get to know better. Even at age 10 I realised that I found no attraction for girls, and that I held an unusual "admiration" for those boys that seemed to stand out in my mind above...
It was going to be my last summer on the farm. I'd graduated from high school and managed a scholarship at the state university about two hundred miles from the small farming community where I lived with my folks. I was looking forward to going away to college, but I also knew I'd miss the rhythms and cycles of the farm labor I'd done since I was a kid. I had acted as my Dad's...
Things just aren't turning out right for me this week. Stuck in New York for a convention that my boss has made me attend (against my will, no least) I'm surely not a happy camper. To add to the negative attitude of just having to be here, getting here just had to be the pits. Here I am on 121st street, lost and being followed by 3 Hispanic guys. I can feel the tension and fear...
"Good morning, Mr. Bond." Laurie Heckert. Blond hair. Big tits. Bimbo. You could hear her giggling all the way down the hall to her homeroom. Mr. Bond acknowledged her but didn't watch as she minced away, ass swinging back hand forth like a fucking pendulum. "Hey, Mr. Bond." Bond nodded. He made no other moves, but I could tell he was watching as Dave Taggert swaggered on his way...
The day was warm; the sun high. The sleek black machine sped along the macadam, hugging the tight curves and cruising over the long straight-a-ways. My destination? Nowhere. Everywhere! I was on my own; free. No questions to answer; no explanations to make up; no strings attached. Traveling light -- that's me! All I had was packed in the saddle bags. There were no regrets. A few...
Winters in the Midwest can be harsh. This winter was mild until the last week of January. That is when we got the worst storm of the winter. Snow had started to fall in mid-morning, and by mid-afternoon schools and businesses were starting to close. The highway patrol was not letting any travelers be on the roads and were telling them to stay in hotels or with friends or relatives...
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