This story is not intended to be read by minors. If you are, please do not read, and close this window. This story is the property of the author. It cannot be duplicated in any way without the author's permission. A giant thank you all for the e-mail compliments. Toby Keith fans, those stories have not stopped and for the Tim McGraw fans, I'm working on that. So far under Celebrity I have...
“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...
When I was first hired as manager of a 24-hour, fast-food restaurant along the busy highway outside the city, the hardest thing was resisting the convenient, high-fat, high salt foods that were left over at the end of the night shift. I would be so tired after twelve hours of customer complaints, staff scheduling, payroll, purchasing and receiving that choosing a salad and milk over a burger and...
I was driving though Iowa on Interstate 80 on my way to the northern Rockies. I had had a late dinner at a trucker restaurant near one of the exits. When I droved toward the entry ramp to the highway, I noticed a long, lean man with his thumb extended. The sun was behind him, so he was mostly in silhouette. I loved driving on vacations and often stopped for hitchhikers. Mostly it led...
His right hand grabbed my belt buckle, and pulled my body into his, as his left hand reached around and slid into the back denim pocket of my jeans. A palm cradled my butt cheek, and then he started to press the tips of his fingers against me, massaging my ass as the fingers on his other hand tugged at the waistline of my boxer shorts. His knuckles felt rough compared to my cotton underwear, but...
It was a warm morning when I went to one of the forest preserves that dot Chicago’s northwest side. I hadn't had time to get laid or suck dick for a week so I was determined to pimp my ass. The parking lot wasn't too full so I ran down a path near my car and headed for the clearing where I like to go. Sitting on the picnic table I waited, dressed in a black tank top, red athletic shorts,...
This story not intended to be read by minors. If you are, please do not read, and close this window. This story is the property of the author. It cannot be duplicated in any way without the author’s permission. Get real people this is fiction, made up, not trashy tabloid article material. This is in no way based on factual knowledge of the author. I wish though. If you happen to resemble...
I was sitting in my office poring over the layout for next month’s magazine when Adam strolled in. Even though I reported directly to him, it was rare for him to show up in my office. It was good to see him, though. After he’d started dating Michael, I never saw him outside of work; and before my promotion, I saw him in the office once a month, at most. I missed his friendship. I missed...
If you read my rest area experience prior to leaving for college you would probably think I headed straight there to find as much sex as possible. However, the opposite is true. You must remember that I am older so when I went to college in the 60's "gay was not cool". The plus side was we had never heard of AIDS. So when I arrived, I put my gay experiences behind me and you could not find...
I arrived at the swimming complex and 7.30 pm; it was a nice day to swim, as there weren’t many people around. Felt as if you had the whole pool to yourself. There was a group of 3 women chatting at a corner, a father coaching his two children and another two boys at another end. After half an hour of swimming, I was quite tired; I swam to a corner and rest. While resting, I looked at the people...
It was the third time in that week that I went swimming at the local public swimming complex. The last few times were boring, with not hunks in sight, just some old men and young kids playing in the water. I was hoping to see some big, strong boys while I swam off the excess fat. It was a public holiday and the swimming pool was more crowded then usual. Boy, was I in luck today! Finally,...
WOOD WORKER Maverick’s second story Copyright ¨ maverick 2003. All rights reserved. ========= He’d been due to come around at eleven but he turned up at half-past twelve. As I opened the door, I was ready for an argument. But the guy standing in the doorway threw me. I’d been expecting an old man with faded overalls and a battered toolbox. Whenever things had bust, collapsed or...
What a gorgeous specimen!! I’d never delighted in something so magnificent and breathtaking in all my life. As I ran my hands over that steel-hard body, I could feel the power lying beneath and it made me hard thinking about how incredible the ride was going to be. But I was getting ahead of myself. It isn’t every day that one is in the presence of such beauty; every minute should be drawn...
I have liked men ever since I discovered sex in my pre-teens. Like many others from my generation went the straight and narrow for many years. Then about five years ago, my life changed again. Having just gotten out of my last relationship with a woman, a chance encounter with a fella at the laundromat changed my direction. Over the years, I have managed to attract my share of men my age,...
I was sitting in my car in the Forest Preserve on Chicago’s northwest side. I’d heard that this place was notorious for gay sexual encounters. It was a warm morning, so I decided to hit the trails. I was wearing my shortest shorts, a jockstrap that has never seen the wash, and an oversized tank top that was given to me by a previous lover. I found a picnic table among some bushes that was...
As I start this I need to clarify a few points. I am very much in the closet and no one who personally knows me, has any idea I am bi or really get excited when it comes to being around men. Other than a few encounters from when I was growing up, about 5 at rest areas, maybe 5 in college and one gay bath house experience, I have been totally straight acting. Being married and with a family and...
I was sitting in my compartment on the southbound train, heading for Los Angeles. I hadn’t seen my girlfriend since she left for UCLA ten months ago. Why am I taking the train? I’m terrified of flying and I fall asleep while driving. But the expense was worth it to have my own compartment where I could stretch out to sleep. I’m six-six and the chairs in the cattle car just aren’t conducive...
If you’ve been following the story – and I certainly hope you have – you may be wondering, “What happened to Elliott?” It may seem that we hooked up a few times and then I moved on, but that’s not true. You see, the downside of writing about my lovers in alphabetical order is that the continuity of the story gets all messed up. For the most part, it doesn’t matter who I fucked first. But for...
I didn’t feel any pain. At least, I don’t remember feeling any. I was too pumped up on adrenaline to understand how much I was being damaged. I did notice they weren’t very organized about the attack. All four guys were flailing at me like wild little monkeys, so busy trying to hit they weren’t really getting a whole lot of it done. Fortunately. I rolled back from them and wound up between two...
So it's a quiet night. Sometimes summer can be like that - everyone's out of town on holiday, sunning themselves in Ibiza and Mykonos. The rest of us are still trying to get along, same old same old. It's darker in this corner of Soho, unlike the bright lighting behind me on the main road; the heart of "Theatreland" where ten glossy shows are tempting the passers-by with neon reviews a meter...
The young teacher stood before the two boys, his face severe. "Michael, Tim. You two know why you were told to come here today. You're both good kids, but you disrupted my class on Friday, and I can't have that. I'm afraid to let you off too easily, even though you've been good all year so far. If I don't make you remember this, you might be tempted to misbehave again. So, I want you to step...
Hi. My name is Justin. I am 18 and have short blond hair, and I am tall...just so you know a little about me. I go to high school right outside Columbus, Ohio. I am at the top 5% of my class, and I have fun with the girls and all, but this isn't exactly something I am happy about. Over the past year or so, I have noticed more and more often my attraction to guys. Whenever I am in class I...
I cursed silently under my breath as I walked underneath the scorching desert sun. I had gravely misjudged my gas mileage and was now stranded in the middle of nowhere with a car that refused to budge. And, of course, I would have to choose the most desolate road in Arizona to do my traveling. I had been walking now for at least three hours and still hadn’t seen any signs of life, unless you...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to any reader who had the misfortune of reading the first version of Ivan's chapter. It may have been a good story with the right amount of love and attention, but, quite frankly, it sucked. On top of that, it didn't fit in with the theme of the series. So, to repay for my sins, I am posting a more suitable version of Ivan's tale....
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