After Mike and Steve had their shower, and they dressed, this time in tee shirts and shorts, it was at last time to part. Steve drew a big envelope from his backpack, and handed it to Mike. "It's a set of photos of me, and a some of me and Mark together. I have your addresses, and as soon as I have developed and printed the pix I shot back home, I'll mail you copies." He and Mike embraced...
Part 14. During a cross-country drive together, Mikey, a studly 18-year old finds himself intimate for the first time with Mike, his namesake 24-year old uncle whom he's idolized all his life. Steve is the 20-year old collegiate gymnast who hitches a ride with them. We all awoke as the bright, early morning sun stole into the room. Mike and I were in each others' arms, and Steve's front...
During a cross-country drive together, Mikey, a studly 18-year old finds himself intimate for the first time with Mike, his namesake 24-year old uncle whom he's idolized all his life. Steve is the 20-year old collegiate gymnast who hitches a ride with them. "So," Steve asked, "Mikey, tell me what do you know about this dude ranch? And what kinda experience do you have with horses?" ...
During a cross-country drive together, Mikey, a studly 18-year old finds himself intimate for the first time with Mike, his namesake 24-year old uncle whom he's idolized all his life. Steve is the 20-year old collegiate gymnast who hitches a ride with them. As I-80 threaded its way through the Rockies and made its descent into the basin of the Great Salt Lake, we were totally engrossed in the...
“So what about this ranch?” I asked, changing the conversation’s direction. “Well,” Steve said, “I’d better start at the beginning. My mom’s folks own a ranch. Technically, I suppose, you’d have to say they own two ranches, but they are side by side and these days operated as one. They located in Carbon County. Rawlins is the county seat; we went through there about two hours after we...
Steve had emptied out his backpack and put in a clean tee shirt and shorts, his little toilet kit, and he was ready to roll, almost. He also stuck in a big envelope. Outside, he asked Mike to back the truck up to the garage, and he gestured to a large outbuilding close by. It had a conventional door on one end, and four overhead doors on each long side of the building. Steve and I entered...
Goddamn phone!! Why is the ringer so loud? My head is killing me! Oooh, I think I’m going to be sick! I shouldn’t have had that sixth tequila shot. Will someone answer the fucking phone? I clawed my way from beneath the warmth and safety of the blanket and looked at the clock. It was hard to see through the haze of my hangover, but I was pretty sure the fuzzy blue numbers said 3:06. ...
As he lay between my legs, Steve and I were still grasping each other’s arms. His arms were extended over his head to meet mine, as I reached down to hold his. He let loose of my left arm and reached over and took Mike’s right hand in his, and squeezed both Mike’s hand and my right arm. He said, “The other thing I want is that I can’t stand to part from you guys yet. I want to stay with you...
Upstairs, Mike and I climbed into the big king bed in the guest room, frankly exhausted. And moments later, just as Mike was getting ready to click off the bedside lamp, Steve, like us totally nude, entered the room and said, “Guys, can I sleep with you?” With the brightest of smiles we kicked back the covers and reached out and pulled him in. Three things I already knew about Steve, who was...
We had been in the truck for hours and hours and were ready for some stretching. We stopped at a big rest stop, and after answering the call of nature, Mike went to the back of the truck and rummaged through the cardboard box of miscellaneous stuff he’d cleaned out of his closet back home and grabbed his old football. The three of us (in just our running shorts) ran a few laps around the picnic...
The next morning, I awoke spooned with my uncle, my back and rear tight against his firm but plush chest and belly, one of his wonderful arms draped around my waist; and my head lay upon the bicep of his other, folded arm. Leaving his left arm on my stomach where it was, he pulled the other one away, and leaned upon his elbow, and tenderly kissed my ear, and whispered, “Good morning, Little...
Mike dialed Alice’s number, and getting her machine, left a message. We went out to grab some supper, and, getting back to the room, we stripped down for bed, planning to get up early the next day: We had a long haul, planning to make it all the way to Cheyenne. We crawled into the queen bed, leg to leg, shoulder to shoulder, and divided up this morning’s New York Times. The phone rang. Mike...
We stopped in Galena, Illinois that night; early enough to check into a motel, and quickly getting some directions from the desk clerk, went out for a brisk four-mile run around the pretty old town. We ran in just the same shorts we’d being “wearing” all day. My uncle was a regular jogger, and in great shape, but since I’d been in training for three sports all the year round, I found it was no...
This wasn't the typical 'motel,' but a 'motor hotel,' and our room was on the third floor, and its easterly windows faced a large pasture; we had not pulled the drapes closed and morning sun filled the room and slanted across the bed--and across me, still safely in the arms of my dear uncle, my face buried in his fuzzy chest. The raking rays brightly picked out his manly, but angelic face, and...
My mother married young; I was born when she was only 18. Her younger brother was only 6 when I was born. We lived only three doors away from mom's folks, and my uncle was like a god to me. When I was 9, he was 15, and kayaking in the Pennsylvania mountains, and shooting rats at the Doylestown borough dump. He was the star on his high school baseball team, an enormously talented second...
Off a small road in north-central Indiana, we pulled into an obviously little used lane between a wood lot and a pasture. And 500 feet down the lane there was a turnout to a rutted drive into the wood lot, where we turned in. We got from the cooler the last of the egg salad sandwiches and carrot sticks my mom had packed for us, and had a pleasant little picnic parked in the shady grove, with...
I thought that Jeff was sexy from the first time I saw him. He was larger than me (more than a foot), with a big solid build. He was far from overweight, having that rounded, beefy muscle of a footballer or weight lifter. His chest stomach and legs were covered in dense blackish brown fur, his head buzzed, and a full goatee on his face. Being a sexy fellow anyway, he had started to wear denim...
After we finished chatting, I read my mail and started to look though some old photos I had. I found a picture of you – the one with your cock hanging out of your jeans, your plaid shirt falling to the sides, revealing your hairy stomach and bush. I started to think about seeing it person, being able to feel that big fleshy member, being able to feel the heat radiate from it. I ran my...
Philipe dipped the strawberry into the melted chocolate sauce then offered it to my watering mouth. I bit into the large, juicy berry and savored the intoxicating flavors of sweet fruit and bitter chocolate. A drop of juice ran down the side of my mouth and onto my chin. I reached up to wipe it off. “Non, laissez-moi,” Philipe demanded. I moved my hand and let him lick the sweet nectar...
The characters in this story are fictional and any similarities to actual events are only wishful thinking on my part. “I waited for you for 30 minutes! Where were you? I gave up and went home!” Stu was really pissed at me. And this is how the story begins. Saturday’s are when I jog. Every time I run through the gay district I get whistles. I’m usually wearing runners, no socks, navy...
It was late May, and I wanted to go to the mountains, to rest for a couple of days, to breath some fresh air, to take some long walks in the forest, and, yeah, mainly to see him--my uncle Stan. I loved him since I could remember. He was cute as hell, about 5'9" and 150 lb, bearded and of course hairy. He was going to turn 40 in a couple of months, while I was 20. He was living in a small resort...
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...
In the last episode of “Alphabet Lovers,” our oversexed hero was visiting the Scandinavian paradise of Norway; his journey through the beautiful region of Finnmark was led by twin brothers, Gunnar and Henrik Bergstrom. After one particular expedition, Henrik realized the half-Brazilian wasn’t designed to handle the cold Norwegian weather and suggested he take a warming break in the sauna. While...
“It’s just a little further,” Gunnar shouted as he continued scaling the steep rock face behind me. Henrik was already a few yards in front and had almost reached the summit. Twin brothers, Henrik and Gunnar Bergstròm were expedition leaders for hire. They came highly recommended by the tourism board for their vast knowledge of the Finnmark region. The tourism board didn’t mention anything,...
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