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Call Of Duty
Those brilliant white sailor uniforms can do great things for a guy, and
when they appear on young men on a ship in the Long Island small town harbor
on holiday, even I couldn't resist the views. There was one view that was
especially great, and he even agreed to meet me at the apartment I shared
with another gay buddy. We were just getting down to it when in walked my
roommate with another sailor, only this one was an officer! It wasn't
long before the four of us were prety involved, and then it was two and--,
well you will just have to read about it.
Bull Trucker
Chuck had just finished truck driver's school and was traveling on his
first trip with Roy, an old hand and a real stud, if Chuck was any judge.
Now Chuck wasn't the sharpest wit around, but he had a huge dick which he
usually kept hidden, although that wasn't the way it worked at the truck
stop that night. It all started in the shower when a young Latino spotted
that giant meat swinging and gor his friend involved as well. And when Roy
walked in, ready for whatever the night would bring, well, Chuck graduated
with flying colors.
Moon Nights
Rollo was an earthling, a rarity among the crew of the GalaxiFleet vessel,
and the Chief had called him to send him on a new mission. While the lack
of gravity made movement unpredictable and sometimes a little dangerous,
Rollo was more concerned about the time to be spent away from the ship than
the mission itself--it seemed that Rollo couldn't tolerate abstinence for
more than a couple of days and maintain his equilibrium. But then the Chief
explained that he could pick his own crew, which made for some very interesting
"interviewing," especially with the assortment of "men" with their varied
and fascinating equipment, all of which would come in handy, he was pretty
sure...
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The Best Kind
I drafted an ad for the paper in my frustration, even though it might
bring out the weirdos. "A real man to take me in hand" is the way I worded
it. I waited a week and, nothing. Then, as I was walking to a bar, expecting
another blank night, I was suddenly pulled into an alley and got face-fucked.
When I reached home, I had a visitor who pressed a gun into my back and his
cock into my ass. He had barely left when a buddy showed up at my door in
the worst drag you ever saw. Behind him were -- well, you can guess the rest,
perhaps. Friends, and sex with friends, is the best kind, you know.
Sakura and Sayonara
While attending a conference in Japan, my first visit, I happened on a
little gay bar where handsome boys flirted with men, especially American
men. But I wasn't prepared for the treatment. After changing to a traditional
kimono, he planted himself on my lap where my meat just happened to get lodged
in his inner heat and even the "waitress" in geisha drag was being so helpful.
And when I discovered a very erect member under that kimono -- well, we were
oblivious to the curious eyes and sounds in that little corner of Tokyo.
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Dressed for an Erection
They were building a new manufacturing facility next door to my office
building and I just happened to get involved with a couple of the workmen
one night. Seems their levis were getting worn out and there were big openings
where anything might go, and meaty flesh might get handled and serviced and,
although I wasn't really one of the group, my presence was welcome as a prelude
to more of the same. It also seems those holey levis may not be all that
accidental - ?
Reststop R & R
Jerry, my lover, and I were in the middle of nowhere in our new mobile
home, searching for Jerry's ultimate camera shot of the California scenery.
We pulled into a highway rest stop that evening and, wouldn't you know it,
Jerry brought back a trucker he had encountered in the john. Things were
just getting underway when another visitor arrived, a Highway Patrol officer
on a motorcycle, who got a glimpse of the action with the trucker and decided
he wanted some for himself. He didn't even take off his uniform to give me
a prime treatment from behind. But he had other duties to perform on the
highway so I still had time to help out my lover with the trucker in the
bedroom.
Go for Broker
As a real estate broker, I meet all kinds of people, But T. D. Selby was
obviously a man who knew what he wanted. I knew of a property still under
construction and while I was showing it to him, we were distracted by a couple
of workmen having their lunch on a pile of plywood. At least one of them
was eating the other one, which seemed to be his lunch. I couldn't take my
eyes off the pair, even when Mr. Selby came up behind me and showed me what
he wanted. It was me, and he had me in his hand while he had me from behind.
And then we all went back to work.
Shooting Stars
Kevin popped in on me while I was organizing some old pictures of former
porn movie days. Kevin was the video porn star now, and when Kevin said (on
screen), "Suck my cock," thousands of men from all walks of life fell to
their knees, salivating. And then he had to show interest in that particular
picture of that particular porn star of 20 years ago. When he saw the ancient
film, that set him off, to my embarrassment, but I wasn't too embarrassed
to take advantage of the situation. He timed his climax with the film, and
it was only later that I realized the connection...but you'll have to read
about it to understand, I guess.
Boot-Slave Training
As a kid in boot camp, all the bare male bodies around me were enough
to make my eyes pop and my dick to do tricks, even though the discipline
was terrifying and the Chief was God. And then they caught me, getting a
hard-on while in the shower with some of them. All of a sudden I had slid
to the floor and six of those heavenly monsters were jacking off over my
twitching body. -- Oh, no that was a dream I had. -- But it wasn't a dream
when one of my buddies pulled me into an alley while on our brief liberty
weekend and shoved his cock into my throat, just because there wasn't anyone
else around. As I say, there's no pace like Boot Camp to bring out the slave
in a man.
Richie Rammer
Richie, RTR1ee-lance writer and stud extraordinaire, hated to leave
Loverbuns, his devoted body servant, but Maxwell Honeyfart III had commissioned
an investigative reporting trip to San Francisco to ferret out the reasons
for the impressive success of certain businesses run by gays. Richie's first
acquaintance on arrival turned out to be the son of the hotel owner who explained
explicitly (body language) what was meant by their slogan, CSGB = Cock Sucking
is Good Business. His excursion into a clothing establishment with changing
rooms fitted with glory holes was also a clue, with both black and white
"fittings" to enjoy. His report was complete, a rousing success.
Lesson In Sex
Rod checked the notice outside the college lecture room - "Safe Sex Today
Required for Graduation!" He mused that sex would be great whether required
or not. It was early in the AIDS epidemic, and most guys had never thought
of taking precautions. The class was needed. And then Jerry, the guy across
the aisle, was very helpful with terms he was unsure of, like "rimming"
and stuff like that. Of course Jerry's long tool protruding down and peeking
out of the leg of his shorts just about flipped poor Rod, especially when
they showed the video of donning a condom. It was only logical that Kevin
would offer to help Rod get some experience with condoms, wasn't it?
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