Ryan, a 21-year-old library computer operator and closeted Gay man, is from a religious family that opposes the Gay life style. His parents and seven brothers support their minister's refusal to allow Gay people to attend their church. This story follows Ryan's journey for acceptance as a Gay man.
"Oh come on man, I've got to take it now man! Oh shit man you have got me so fucking turned on telling me that, come on, let me find out if I can take it or not! Come on please Jack, please show me I can take it!
"Oh yea! Oh yea, I need to man! Oh Doug, I have never felt like this before! Oh, Doug! Yea, I want to play with both of you guys, but Oh Doug! I've got to feel your Daddy's bare body. I want to feel his skin and his muscles! I want to feel him all over!"
As Jim continued to fuck Jacks strong muscular mahogany butt, Sam and Greg spread out on the other side of the bed, and managed to keep each others dicks rock hard with some nice gentle rubbing and massaging.
"Yea Clarkie boy. You can do that! I want to feel you putting your face right up in my crotch and chewing on my meat. Yea, Dougie, we are going on in the bedroom, you get us something to drink and come join us, OK?"
"Oh Sam! Sam, I never knew letting a cum load fly, could feel that damn good. Sam, I think I shot harder and stronger that time than I ever have in my entire life. Oh Man! What a great feeling that was!"
Coach grinned and simply said, "Yea, I guess," but as he said that, Jack saw him take one more quick glance down toward Jack's crotch. Jack wondered if Coach had noticed that his manhood was now showing a nice firm rounded shape extending down his left leg, as it had not been earlier, when he was at the front door.
Alex wakes up. He's still Gary's prisoner and Gary has not finished with him; not by any stretch of the imagination. Alex's vicious punishment by Gary goes on: he still has no idea what he's done to deserve this. The story - and Alex's nightmare - continue. Part 3 is to follow soon.
Mario meets all the guys. First he joins in Jamie's sexual submission to Mark. "The boys lay naked, side-by-side on the bed while the uniformed cop paced the room like a stallion in heat." Later Mario works in construction with Zack and Darius. "The elegant, handsome young Italian was transformed - shirtless, filthy, sweating like a pig, on his knees before the black muscle-stud construction boss and his boy."
Sammy answered his front door to see one of the hottest looking maintenance men that he had ever seen. He was tall, built with broad shoulders, a small waist, and showing a very pronounced, and exciting, crotch. Sammy quickly looked the hunk over and made a mental decision that the new maintenance man was one hell of a hot looking man.
Alex, a young executive, walks into a sex shop in Soho for a browse one lunchtime. Unknowingly, he has also walked into a trap that was set for him years before. It is the start of a nightmare in which his past finally catches up on him and seems likely to prove lethal.
The second pair of hands that had been working Raymond's nipples joined the third in providing a tongue for his hunger ass, his taint, and his hairy balls. Both tongues licked and slurped with exquisite expertise that sent Raymond into quivers, trembles, and moans of pleasure.
I will say, I looked good. Geoff grabbed a red handkerchief and pushed into my right rear pants pocket. "For good luck," he said. Luck? We were off to fuck! He grabbed the duffle bag and we headed out to the car. My ass felt cool on the leather seats.
"I got my whole fist is in there." Jack said.
"You're such a fuckin' liar, Jack." My speech slurred severely from the something Jack put in my drink. I told him to surprise me. Whatever it was, it gave me a fuzzy feeling of well being.
Instead of talking, Josh announced he'd decided to go home. We both needed time to sort things out, he said, and he'd be back in the morning. I said something like, 'sure' and didn't believe him. He looked at me straight, and said, "No, I mean it!" And strangely, I knew he did. Somehow, doubt of Chad's truthfulness had fled, despite his obvious deception of more than 20 working days with me.
Prior to meeting my ex I had the good fortune to have a few truly wild, albeit kinky, experiences. My resolution, shake it up, be wild, have fun. For about a month I had already started that cycle with a few select internet hook-ups that proved to be mind-blowing.
"Shit, you really dumped a LOAD, man!" he whispered in admiration. "You've got a big cock, too!" He teased me a bit further, all the while his fingers, far from having left their quest, were sizing my cock, still rock firm, through the wet slimy fabric of my shorts. "You're mighty wet, too..." He laughed, now past the immediate fear of my shouting and giving us away to the world.
"Binoculars," Johnny said. He looked over at his dearest friend in the world and smiled. Binoculars had, in years past, been point of disagreement: extra weight, and not used once. Tim had insisted and Johnny had fought.
Hassan takes his boy Eddie into an erotic military fantasy. Eddie becomes a young Marine rookie carried off and held captive by his muscle-god Marine captain, shirtless in fatigue pants and boots. "Chained naked to the wall the young soldier was at the mercy of the rugged Marine towering over him with lust in his eyes. A stab of fear ran through him and he groaned, 'Sir, what are you going to do to me?'"
Ben thanks Jason in the way he knows best. "The fireman was driven crazy by the young buck riding him, like a wild young gypsy boy riding a stallion bareback, his ripped shirt hanging on his naked body." Eddie spends a day with Darius, the Marines, and the arrogant Golden Boy. "The blond was on all fours, Darius behind him, Eddie in front. 'OK kid, let's drown the fucker in jizz'." Enter Hassan, the muscle-stud Marine.
Rob Harris was in a small town on business and needed to get laid BAAAAD so he went on the internet to discover a 'gay friendly' bar.
Walking in he found it closed for the night for a private birthday party with the party goers deciding he can stay if he takes them ALL on.
Just another night for Rob....
United States Marine Sergeant Robert A. Whitson and I would begin rehabilitating him physically and mentally as he learns that the roadside bomb in Afghanistan took only his feet. He is still every bit the man he was prior to his injury. This is our story.