I could never figure out why my sister married that idiot, Clark; nobody else could, either. She was a lot like me, quiet and shy in social situations. Clark was all-star linebacker. Opposites attract, right? He was the swaggering macho jock and she was the sweet, lady-like girl all the cheerleaders laughed about. But he wanted to marry her and she did it--against my advice, of course. Jenny...
I shaved, dressed and put five twenties in an envelope. I drove to his house and pulled in behind his truck. His mother was a tiny woman, with a very put upon expression, a whiner. “He’s asleep! He’s out all night runnin' around with that rough crowd. I can’t do nothin’with him! You need him to work?” “No mam, that’s okay. Just give him this. I didn’t have the money for him the last couple of...
At first Robert was reluctant to work for me. He always had another job when I called. I kept trying to hire him for a couple of reasons. First, he was the only man in our neighborhood that did lawn work on a full time basis, and you couldn’t depend on the high school boys to do a good job or to show up when they promised. But the main reason I wanted him doing my yard was because he looked so...
As sailors sleep Bunk beds make strange sailboats yet I float and scut before the draft of your breath. As you lie sleeping, I hover above. Your watcher, your guardian spirit pinned in your sky. You sleep as if my weight were nothing, air about you granted worship. Fine striped blue ticking and tiny downy barbs are my cheek's lover not the tendoned tan hands I watch in repose, ...
counted coup It's a Motel 6 morning in Bullnose Montana. Don't know what today is but the rodeo's over, the Greyhound has gone. I got two twenty dollars still stuffed in my sock from a contracting job that's all done. Don't know if my sore butt was prize for my bull ride or a gift from the plowboy still asleep in my bed. And there's just enough whiskey waiting there in the...
The Grand Obsession ... don bellew It goes like this: He looks okay, not too damn defensive or nervous. He keeps watching your eyes, trying to tell if he reads you right. He’s not sure. You look right at his crotch, again, smile. Now he’s certain and he either grins or he gets the fuck away from you fast as he can. If he takes off then you keep looking, right? So he grins or he laughs … he’s a...
Writer’s Camp ... by Donnie D Bellew He wasn’t spectacular. Not even pretty, just an average face with an interesting ... uh, aura? persona? How do you label it? He was on the large size, not his hips but his long bones. He’d need a double x large sweater just to cover his wrists. Belt too high, shirt too plain for him to be gay. He didn’t have the look, either. Maybe that’s what drew my...
With three trunks and several cardboard boxes full of papers, books and junk all smelling of whisky, mildew and pipe tobacco, it’s no surprise that it took me a month to discover the album. Uncle Harold had carefully packed up everything Granddad kept in his room and shipped it to me. I was his sole heir. Uncle Harold wasn’t really my uncle, just a long time resident in Granddad’s house. ...
Model 4 ... donnie d bellew Jimmy is a fireman in Walker County, the next county west from Birmingham. Born and raised in a small town, did two years at a state junior college. History major and a Civil War buff. He’s twenty eight, married seven years, two kids. He’s six foot, one, a hundred and eighty three pounds of lean, lanky country boy. He told me on the phone he didn’t have a long...
I moved out of my parents’ house when I was 18 and moved directly to the locus of art activity in New Orleans, the French Quarter. Then and now, the Quarter was the center of visual, musical and performance arts in the region. I didn't want to go right into college, so my parents paid for private art lessons with an instructor who had a studio in the Quarter. I had two classes a week; one live...
It is late spring day in New England, these days are warming; the leaves of one plant are brushing its neighbor in a gentle breeze. The day is fresh and like the plants I glory in the sun, the movement of the earth, the breezes which caress me. Caress--that is the word without mistake. The breeze touches me sexually. I am alone, but alive with moves more varied than that of the...
He's wearing dirty white jeans and a gray T-shirt. Bondage and masturbation indicated. He doesn't look the type--they never do. But fuck man, he's got the bod I like an' in this soaking rain we've gotta hustle to get a whole sack of damn flyers delivered to four blocks of houses. I'd dump them, but the bastard told us he'd drive around to see 'em before he paid us. We're keepin'...
Terry had been hanging out with me for weeks. He'd just show up and what could I do? He was a stud and a geek too--what a combination. He was a one-two-three dresser, that is, like a geek he dressed the same all the time. The torn open tee shirt, the tight jeans which he wore for a week at a time until they got soft and almost slid off his hips and the running shoes, all these...
I was cruising around the projects, looking for a new model when I first saw Johnny. Now, I gotta tell you, when I’m looking for a model it’s not just to have somebody to draw. I’m looking for a guy that interests me enough to spend some time with, to maybe mess around, you know? I pick up guys that I would like to have sex with, guys that turn me on. Usually that means I pick up a...
“Donnie? I don’t how in hell you talked me into this!” “I didn’t talk you into shit! I offered you fifty bucks and you jumped!” “Right now I’d rather jump off a cliff!” “Hey, Brad! It’s okay! Just relax, it ain’t gonna hurt or nothing.” I told him, “Sit down, stop pacing!” “I’m nervous as a cat. I don’t know if I can do this, man. Shit! You sure nobody is gonna see the ...
“Hey, you wanna make some money?” That’s how it always starts. I cruise the streets in the late afternoon, before dark, so I can see the guys. I’m looking for a particular type. Black, about thirty, slender with good definition, not too desperate looking, and friendly. The friendly part is important. If the guy smiles, well, he’s got the job. This one smiled and came toward the car...
Hard cock dripping. Touch it. No, your fingers are for my ass--hard cock dripping is for your lips, boy. Your lips, I love to look at them, they're so full, rounded, wet....Your lips opening, just parting enough to take the head of my huge hot dick. Oooooh, yessss, slowly, oh so slow--I need you to hit every receptor in my dick. Let your hair get worked to a frenzy with your mouth...
Call Me Kjære Written and translated from the original Dutch version by Henry Bayne I originally wrote this story in Dutch and entered it in a story-writing contest in “De Gay Krant” (a Dutch weekly newspaper for gays) in 1993, where it won second prize. This will be the first time it appears anywhere in English. The first two paragraphs are only a little different from the...
What's in that clown's pants? Answer: Very, very tight butt, sweaty balls and a man-size penis. What's in his heart? A boy's playfulness and loyalty, an ability to hit the mark and to know all about life without a lick of readin'. I'm a clown in a tent show--although going on an expedition to the South Pole is absolutely the hardest work, when you talk about the hardest everyday job, ...
You were travelling by train from Sarajevo, where you'd spent half a year studying Serbo-Croatian, to Zagreb, where you were planning to look for living quarters in order to continue your studies there. It was July 1989. The train was supposedly going to leave at 10 P.M., but now at half past midnight it was still standing in the Sarajevo Central Station and hadn't budged an inch. For...
NOTE: In this story it dominates the romantic feeling over sexual one.Nice story though ?? "I've always hated David. In fact, I hated him since of the beginning of our friendship. He's always been so overprotective in me that he really annoys me. Can you imagine? That little creep did even broke me up with my girlfriend. Why he should be like that? Best friends are not meant to be like...
U take his cock up and gently lick slowly round and round the very sensitive rim of his cock head and slow stroke the half soft cock as it grows to its full 7.5" fat glory. At about 1/2 way suck up his throbbing cock head tasting the pre-cum oozing from his cock heads piss-slit feeling grow to full harness totally filling Ur mouth. Me at this point I cant ever get enough of the...
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