My return to the world took place at night, one in which the moon was all but full. I was not expected at the apartment complex where everyone seems to know too much about everyone else's business. I had been out of circulation by choice for a year and three months. They were long punishing months and the only sexual outlet had been self-gratification. I watched porn. Or, I just recalled...
Hot Frottage session: Clash of the Titans “Huge” is the only way I could describe his thighs, like tree trunks, monument pillars, these things were amazing. “He” is a body builder I met at my local gym a couple months ago. He was 6” 2 235 lbs of pure black muscle. His muscle had that soft puffy look like an off-season bodybuilder before they cut down on their carb intake before...
This story is the property of the author. All copyrights belong to the author. If you have the chance, please check out my other stories under titles beginning with "redneck", Toby Keith, etc. This story was a new venue for me. Please let me know what you think about any of my writings. E-mail is kpg111061@aol.com, Kenneth Alone but Not Alone… What are you doing alone? Why are you...
This story is the property of the author. All copyrights belong to the author. If you have the chance, please check out my other stories under titles beginning with "redneck," Toby Keith, etc. This story was a new venue for me. Please let me know what you think about any of my writings. E-mail is kpg111061@aol.com, Kenneth I See You… I see you, watching you, knowing you. You are...
“Convergence” A Serial Tale of Intrigue. An illusory, collaborative work created by Jimmy Gordon and John Paul Batista. This story is based on fictional characters, and any similarity to actual individuals or groups of individuals is purely coincidental. It contains graphic descriptions of alternative and fetish sexual acts, and is intended as entertainment and erotica. This story may...
Marine training. You get stripped. You get shaved. A straight-up broadbrim who could be a cop or a priest just lets you know that if it were up to him he'd have your balls shaved too. Standing straight was the thing down there in Paris Island. Guys, dick, M-1's all straight. Trajectory's another matter. The Marines know the limit of straight. Up for inspection a guy's tool is straight down or...
The room is lit with one 40-watt bulb and that is far from me. My Master has left me in his gymnasium--that's what he calls it--and I am bound to a rough wooden chair. My ankles are tied to each of the front legs and he has wrapped me with my hands tied with unforgiving rope to the back slats of the chair. I am naked except for my white, white, oh so sparkling white briefs. In them my cock is...
My morning was green queasy: I knew that Johnny was going to make his score on my gay-horny good nature. We had talked about working on his car together, but his garage was half bedroom with a daybed, beer frige and pix of gorgeous guys scattered on the tool chests and posters of hunks on the wall. And hanging in the air was Johnny's power of suggestion creating in my jeans a pretty constant...
My jeans were suck tight. His were fit to his ass in distressed light blue and his jeans, like mine, radiated lines from the cock pouch that strides with us as we walk together in the pride of our manhood. Jack always wore black tee shirts which were form-fitting when new, but expanded in the direction of his muscled torso so that new or old these shirts laid it open that he was...
When Jack let loose his cum into Frank's mouth, Frank took the streams like a man, passionately and with a single desire to have Jack give him his load. He did experience a short, jagged gag at the first shot of Jack's cum, but he got past it quick 'cause taking the load is one of the hottest things a guy can do and he wanted every drop of it. Jack for his part got so shaken by...
The cum shots ripped from him, a roughly taken harvest that left Jack a shaken boy. God, he had never had an orgasm that just went on and on. Loin lightning! It was wild to have your cock take over, for your buddy's warm, wet mouth to be stripping your gears, but in the same instant having his SUCK pull your sex repeatedly in severe accelerations such that the boy doesn’t know what...
Frank's tiger cock was fit between Jack's legs. Jack had put it there when he realized that he had a backlog of things he wanted his first lover to do to him and a no-brakes-on fuck was high on his list. Standing with his back to the doorframe to Frank's room he had Frank's cock between his legs doing the dry fuck thing. Frank liked it rough--looking for trouble as he was. His cock...
Frank stood in his parent's room stripped down to just his white Cal Klein briefs. He was checking himself out. Two years of intensive free weight workouts demanded of him by the college Volleyball coach had got him to where he was lean and tight knit--the kind of muscle that got him a hard-on when he took a look at himself. He adjusted his cock, which was enlarging rapidly. Yeah, ...
The earth has dried up; there is nothing but scorch and yellow-white rubble where once there had been forests and deep streams of living water. There are still people alive on this barren rock, but these survivors have no future. Though mankind had brought about this ruin and had interpreted it as a "natural cycle" having nothing to do with his cutting down every living thing,...
I volunteered to go into bondage sex with my friends Jay and Simon, both of whom came out in high school and with whom I had been friends. I was the "queer lover" and because my parents would have killed me if I admitted what was true about me--that I was a fag--I stayed in a barren sexless world at a time when I was so horny I was in pain from my desire. But to Jay and Simon I was...
When I saw Robby's thin-tight-skin-tight low cut Levi's I knew I had to have his sex and those jeans. Tight jeans are sex juicy and that's why my cock takes up space in my pants at the sight of them. Robby's got the body for tight jeans. He's got a tight mid-section with a slight bit of love handle so as to let my eye have the pleasure of a curve which flows so nifty to his 'fuck...
A little of the street vernacular slips from the lips of Mike Beard as he is driving back to headquarters. "This sucks," he says aloud as he is silently pondering what to do about his discovery of Robby and Hank doing gay sex in Marsh Creek. He says, "This sucks," again, this time squeezing the steering wheel with masculine consternation. Using the vulgar word suck doesn't even faze...
Michael Beard was the Supervisor of the Community Service Project serving the courts of Chester County, Pennsylvania. Mike is an African-American whose values were from his youth in the 1960's--he was a big C Christian, Baptist, and was actively engaged in the Civil Rights Movement. So, on one hand he takes life seriously and he is a man who sees that life is lived best when the...
It is so hot working in this Kansas sun on a chain gang that the rocks I'm busting crack open molten and oozing their contents at the soles of my blistered workboots--these lousy cardboard leather prison-made workboots. Poked in our guts and up our asses by Billy clubs the Special Force, the killers the prison hires to make us puke in the stress of heat and unending pain gives these ...
I am Terry and I know more about Jimi than he could guess. He thinks that he has rented this expensive and private Key West 'Shangri-La' complete with me as his totally servile sex server houseboy, but what he doesn't know is that I have an advance degree in the sexual arts earned on the streets of New York where I hustled johns of every kind. Money and sex makes me cum... Jimi...
I'm looking at this kid's movie that my partner had gotten for us to watch. The story is about a kid who is born a wizard and has to be taken to an ancient and dark world where there is a school (a school!) for teenage wizards, etc. Lots of flying on broomsticks at warp speed--young guys hanging onto thick broom handles as they pursue one another sure suggested that the filmmaker...
It was a delicate time. I had just blown a glorious best-of-all-time load of cum into my houseboy's mouth and he was milking me down, going for the last drop to prove me worthy, to prove himself masterful. I expected that with this milking that my cock should have lost some of its hardness, but with his expert hands on my shaft I was staying strong in his devoted mouth. But he did...
The Key West world of seasonal rentals, with clearly stated rights to houseboy sex services, is a world in which you know you've gotten your money's worth when there are times that you just forget about the sex. But for guys like Jimi, who have never in their lives had the chance to go at it to let-it-go satisfaction, the need is incessant for weeks. This story is about how Terry...
Houseboys in Key West come in two varieties: Those in traditional Caribbean houseboy attire, that'd be floral shirt worn out over conservative British khaki shorts; and the houseboy I got who made it his business to show what he had for me. My boy's name was Terry and I swear I saw a full rigid boner in his tight shorts when he first answered the door at the place I'd rented for...
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