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Jock Tales JR Year PT 1

Jock Tales---JR Year PT 1“Dillon” ! “Dillon” ! “Yo dawg---wake the fuck up” !SPLASH “Ah fuck yo—did you just literally throw fuckin water on me “? The b o y s laughed, as Kelso replied “Well, ur wet ain't ya”? I crawl out of the bed, buck naked, of course, sportin a boner. Making my way to the bathroom in the corner of the room, I lost enough hard to take a piss. It was pretty long, no tellin how many hours since I cut loose last. “Yo Dillon—where the fuck you been man—coach is furious”? Still...

Jock Tales Ink Cash and a Sore Ass

Jock Tales---Ink Cash and a Sore AssThe pounding on the door was flying through my head like a rocket. The throbbing, searing pain between my temples prolly would have made me black out, except I just woke from being passed out. As a sat up in bed, and jumped out to head for the door, Confusion set in, as I had no idea where I was. I trip on my own big ass sized 12 jock feet, about half way, adding to the throbbing in my head. Getting up was pretty hard, as I was foggy, and vision was a bit...

Jock Tales Gettin Dirty

Jock Tales—Gettin DirtySummer was going slowly—which I guess was a good thing. Usually seemed like it was over all too soon. That's why I so hated school. I mean I did good and shit, playing the model student athlete and shit, but mostly I was just there for football. If it weren't for that—I prolly woulda been a drop out after 9th grade. I just didn't deal very well with regimen, and rules, and people that acted like they were your daddy. It would prolly have blown the heads off about 99% of...

Jock Tales Juvie

Jock Tales---JuvieThe d**g running was going pretty well. The totally unforeseen side advantage was discovering Cole was a major hook up man in Austin. Worked out pretty cool—I would go down to Austin and meet up with Cole at a cheap motel. We would do our thing, becoming more and more passionate each time. Then the next morning I would pick up the bale and head back to Tyler. All I had to do was meet the dude there and hand it over. No dealing or selling of any kind. But, sooner or later, it...

JOCK TALES YOUTH GONE WILD

Jock Tales---Youth Gone WildSummer had finally arrived. Not a moment too soon—I was going nuts. I finished up my Sophomore year, mostly uneventful. Although we did win the state championship, mostly cause of me, it went unrecognized, like someone else had done it. Senior—seniors-seniors. Like the rest of the team wasn't even there. It was fucking with my head, and began more and more diving into the world of male prostitution and d**gs, and less mowing yards, and football. I still worked out a...

Jock Tales Tainted Youth

Jock Tales---Tainted Youth“Hi—I'm Matthew Dillon. You know—a championship happens due to a team effort. And here at Carlise Chevy, GMC, Jeep—our team is out for you. We got them all—Camero, Corvette, GMC trucks, and my favorite, the Jeep CJ. Our award winning service department is open till 7:00 each night, Monday through Saturday. We have special financing for first time buyers, like high school and college students. Let us develop that perfect play for you, so you can score that winning...

Jock Tales Devestation PT 2

Jock Tales—Devastation PT 2I arrived at 'the spot' about 11:30 PM. It was about 12 miles North of town on old RT 4. Small dusty road in the middle of nowhere. Some of the older folks in town referred to it as 'that place where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the first time I heard that—how the fuck do they know that if they ain't been there themselves ?Mostly out of town truckers, bikers, and construction types. Pretty rough dudes mostly, lots of muscles and ink, or maybe some married...

Jock Tales Devestation PT1

Jock tales---Devastation PT 1(This is a pretty long story, so I broke it up in two parts. There is no sex in pt 1, it just tells the events that led up to pt 2--thanx for checking me out)Summer had been totally awesome. The best ever. Having finally got the jeep prolly helped the most—independently mobile, lol. The yard jobs were going great, and the 'personal service' that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a grand a month. That was just about a years salary for a...

SHORT PIECES GAY TALES vol 6

SHORT PIECES (GAY TALES) VOL. 6BARNSTORMINGIn the Prairies, where I was brought up, and especially on farms which were distant from any villages, going out at night had a very different meaning. In my area, many of the boys in their late teens and early twenties would regularly gather in an abandoned barn which was across the road from Mr. White’s farm. With time, the grass had stopped growing in a large area in front of the barn because the trucks had parked there for decades. The door was...

Jock Tales School s Out

Jock Tales---School's Out !Schooooooooools out----for----summer !! da da da dat-dadadadat.Yaaaawweee. Finally ! In spite of my model student athlete status, other than football and cheerleaders, I pretty much hated school. It just wasn't me, and therefore no plans for college. I bolted out the gym doors, and headed straight for my jeep. I was so proud of it, and had gotten tons of compliments. Canary yellow---Muncie 4-speed. 33” Micky Thompson tires. One bad ass fuckin sound system. Edlebrock...

Jock Tales Sweet 16 PT 2

Jock Tales Sweet 16 PT 2I grab my shaft, and start rubbing my thumb across my piss slit---causing my 'fuck juice' to start streaming down over my fist. I oozed a lot of juice, that not only myself, but most others as well loved. Kirk uttered a low 'ohhh' , and I gave him a grin as I continued a slow stroke, up and down my thick meaty jock cock. Bringing my left hand down, I began tickling the hairs on my balls, and tightening the grip on my dick. Picking up the pace just a bit, I relaxed my...

Jock Tales Sweet 16 PT 1

Jock Tales----Sweet 16 PT 1It was the most anticipated day of my life. More than anything football. More than Christmas. More than the day I finally popped out numbers 7 and 8 abs. More than the day I discovered hair up in the crack of my ass. Even more than the day just a few weeks ago when I finally measured up 9”. Lotta of fuck meat for a 15 YO. Today, was my 16th birthday.I met it with a bit of melancholy though. The original plan was to be at the car lot, and grab that jeep I had my eye on...

Jock Tales State Champions

Jock Tales---State Champions Well, as you prolly surmised from the title, we won the state championship for Freshman football. First time ever had the Mustangs from Tyler even made it to the playoffs---let alone win. We beat the Tigers, for the third time 21-19. As usual. Me and Cole Parker meet up after the game for his now traditional fuck down—cause he lost. I think he was starting to actually get into my big, now 9” jock cock owning his ass. There seemed to be developing some 'feelings' as...

Jock Tales Homecoming PT 2

Jock Tales---Homecoming PT 2“May I have your attention please---all members of the freshman football team are to report to cosmetology following the final bell”.Four hours to kick off. As the team gathered in the 'hair club' I explained to them the orders we had been given to get hair cuts. “I know it sucks guys, but we don't want the rep from other students accusing us of being privileged cause we're jocks, either. The handbook says 'off the collar, and above the ears'. So---that's exactly...

SHORT PIECES Gay Tales Volume 5

SHORT PIECES (Gay Tales) volume 5THE SISTERIt was Friday night and Sheila was about to watch her favorite program on TV. Adrian walked being her chair, down the hallway.“Going out ?”, yelled Sheila“Yep”, answered Adrian“Don’t come in too late and play safe”, said Sheila“Don’t worry. I won’t stay out”, answered Adrian, who waited a minute for a response, then opened the outside door. Sheila knew where her brother was going and what he was going to do. She was five years older. It worried her but...

The Tales From The Tavern I Lust After Your Scar Part II

“And that was the last one,” Big ol' Tom said, “now we've got ourselves a decent candle lighting again.” “Great,” replied Bethany, playing with the glass she had emptied for the third time, “may I ask you to fill that up again? Same vodka please.” She nibbled on one of the earpieces of her shades, leaving her attentive audience in a short instant of anticipation before resuming her narration. She grinned and chuckled a bit before she started. ------------- I woke up first the next morning. The...

Jock Tales Homecomming PT 1

Jock Tales—Homecoming PT 1It was Wednesday before home coming. We had had successful wins the past two weeks on the road, scoring a total of 57 points. That definitely put us in the running for playoffs, but still five games to go. The school was once again a-buzz with excitement. And homecoming was gonna be rough—cause we had to play the tigers once again. After a win over them on opening day, and busting up their three year winning streak, they would be out for b l o o d. Mindy Atkins caught...

Jock Tales The Aftermath

Jock Tales---The AftermathI head back to the showers after Parker leaves, and suds up pretty quick. I was hungry—and not just for food. I announce that the official party will be down at the diner, and mom said they would have extra help for the expected crowd. By the time I finish up, most of the b o y 's had left, and I went wandering back to the field to get my lil bro. He and his three mgr buddies, along with some other volunteers were busy in the stands picking up the trash left behind. I...

Jock Tales The Beginning PT 5 Game Day

Jock Tales—The Beginning PT 5 GAME DAYIt was finally here. Game day. The school was going nuts. Cheers and chants filled the hallways. Blue and silver banners were everywhere. It was nearly out of control. I guess a hundred people patted me on the back walking down the halls during the day. All the players were in their game jerseys, so it was easy to spot us. Three o'clock. School is finally out. Only 4 hours till kickoff. I was a nervous wreck. I went straight to the locker room. No time to...

Jock Tales The Beginning PT 4 Countdown

Jock Tales—The Beginning PT 4 CountdownThe forth week of pre-season training had now begun. All the coaches and staff were now present, and this week we would began learning and running plays, and more section training. Of course there was an important item to take care of right off the bat. I called a meeting just before practice on Monday.“Maurice ---your cut---I think you know why”. “Yes sir” was all he said. OH—in other news, If you want war paint for Friday night, then be at the locker...

Jock Tales The Beginning PT 3

Jock Tales---The Beginning PT 3I woke the next morning exhausted. I felt like I had been jumped in the streets and r a p e d. Basically, that's pretty much what had happened. With just a a bit of stirring, I discovered that my assailants had finally untied me. At least that part was good---I could get up and piss. As I made my way to the bathroom, I felt my ass—seamed wet. Sure nuff, remnants of fresh wet cum sticking to the hairs in my crack, and---b l o o d. Those fuckers made me b l e e d !...

Jock Tales The Beginning PT 2

Jock Tales---The Beginning, Pt 2It was now Thursday of week one of pre-season training. Coach asked me how it was going, to which I told him I think it's good. It's a slow process at first, but by the third week, it will pick up really fast. “They just think Im wearin them out now coach---just wait till week three” I said to him with a big grin. “Just be sure your working yourself, Matthew, as well as your teammates. No good to have a winning team if the quarter-back turns out the weakest...

Jock Tales The Beginning Pt 1

Jock Tales---The Beginning “Aight---aight----everybody gather round. Come on---move in tite. You cant play football and be afraid to touch somebody. Gentlemen, welcome to Freshman football. Look around---you have 47 new brothers, and today, is the first day----of the rest of your life”. Jr High is over, and you are no longer little k I d s. You are now official representatives of East Tyler High School. You will conduct yourself accordingly at all times, in and out of uniform, in or out of...

Jock Tales The Tournament

Jock Tales---The Tournament “Maaaathuuuu” crash---boom---crakle crakle “Maaathuuu----agggg” Jesue fuckin christ—what was happening. I jumped from my bed, and rocketed up the stairs to Dustin's room---buck ass naked, lol. There was Dustin, standing in the middle of his room, with his arms over his head—screaming like a banshee. POW pop boom, sizzle, sizzle. “Aggggg Mathew “ ! “Jesus Dustin---what is it “? “Im scared Matthew” “Oh fuck dude, you mean the storm “? BAMM rumble rumble “Ahhhh yes,...

Jock Tales Me and Mrs Jones

Jock Tales Me and Mrs. Jones---Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones---we got a thing---goin on. Well, actually it was Mrs. Clark. She lived over on the west side, in a semi uppety neighborhood. Mark had called and asked if I would like to come with him to clean her pool—said he would throw me a few bucks, and of course we could swim a while while we were there. I said ya, sounded great. We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to work. Mrs. Clark wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, so...

SHORT PIECES Lesbian Tales volume 10

SHORT PIECES (Lesbian Tales)- volume 10- FEMALE COPS ON THE BEATHazel had been a Boston policewoman for 10 years now. One of the first, and at 40 she could hold her own against any bar bouncer. She usually had a bite to eat before her midnight shift. She always ate at the Rooster, which was a strange name for a joint that opened late in the morning and closed late at night. The usual waitress was Carla who had worked there even before Hazel was a cop. She was probably in her early 50s but still...

SHORT PIECES Lesbian Tales Volume 9

SHORT PIECES (Lesbian Tales). Volume 9LONDON, ENGLAND – circa 1900A- THE WIVESBetty looked at the large clock at the top of the bank building. It said 10 o’clock and it was morning. She didn’t want to be early and always had a story made up just in case the husband was still there. It was summer and she didn’t wear much except for her cotton dress buttoned up enough to hide her small breasts. She did have her walking shoes since Alice’s side street was cobblestone. Betty was rather slim but had...

Jock Tales Pony Party

Jock Tales---PONY PARTY“Jesus Fuckin Christ Dillon---where you learn to fight like that ?”“LOL, my dad. He started teachin me shit when I was 12. I used to get bullied a lot, but dad said naa—we ain't havin that shit. Then I started boxing last year---won my first match, got my silver gloves” As I pointed above my bed at my prized possession, I went over to the mini fridge to fish out some beers. Four of the guys plus Ricky, the bat b o y had showed up from the invite earlier that day. Couple...

Jock Tales Pony League

Jock Tales-----Pony LeagueI guess I was just a born jock—I considered myself lucky. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not real big, mind you, only about 5'8” at 14. But, I already had hair on my legs, and up in the crack of my ass. Had a pretty nice 'bush' in my pits, and was hanging 7 1/2” of dick. To most of the other bois on the baseball team, I guess I was intimidating. Living in East Texas made it pretty easy to maintain a tan, and when it enveloped blonde...

Tales of a Hustler Requim for a Welterweight

Tales of a Hustler---Requiem for a WelterweightSunday morning had finally arrived. It was time. I sat at the coffee table sipping on coffee, and thumbing through the hundreds of pics from the last four years. Tommy, Kyle, Rick, Hunter, and now Joey, and the twins—Cole and Cody, and of course me and lil bro, Dustin. Lots of fine young meat, I added one day over 6.5 ft of dick ! With an average daily spillage of over 24 oz of the finest young jock jizz money could buy. But more so—some fine young...

Tales of a Hustler All Good Things PT 2

Tales of a Hustler---All Good Things---Pt 2---conclusion “Yo lil bro----what the fuck you so happy about”? Dustin was dancing around the kitchen slinging eggs and bacon, and minding biscuits in the oven like a pro, Pouring batter into an iron skillet for pancakes. “You know if you keep this up we're all gonna gain 50 lbs—and say bye bye to all these abs. As I reached for the coffee, Hunter strolled into the kitchen as well, in his loose boxers, and while pausing behind me for the coffee,...

Tales of a Hustler Toy Soldiers Pt 2

Tales of a Hustler---Toy Soldiers, Pt 2As I casually walked into the bookstore, I explained to Kurt, the cashier, that we were going to be filming. I explained it might get loud, and he said kewl.As I walked through the black curtains, to the back, I see that Dustin and Hunter are there, still leaning in their favorite corners. About three others were in the back, but no one seemed interested in anyone else there, unless Hunter or Dustin had already talked them up and quoted too high. It was...

Tales of a Hustler Toy Soldiers Pt 1

Tales of a Hustler----Toy Soldiers PT 1It was a hot Saturday morning in Texas, late September. Only three of us now left at the house; myself, My lil bro Dustin, and Hunter. Hunter had been promised a job at the lake, so he too would be gone in a few weeks. Dustin had already asked me could we go home. So---life on the streets was coming to a close.We jumped out and started skating towards the parking lot a block from the motel. As we approach the area, we see a young dude also on a skateboard,...

Tales of a Hustler All Good Things PT 1

Tales of a Hustler---All Good Things—PT 1If you are a big Star trek freak, like me, and especially Voyager, You should remember in the 7th season of the 5 Borg c***dren Voyager rescued from a disabled Borg Cube. Among them were the twins---Azan and Rebi—played by the real world Wetherill twins, Cody and Kurt, whom by the way were hot as fuck. It was them that I selected one of our twins names for my stories. (Yes all the stories are based at least 'loosely' on real events—with of course all the...

Tales of a Hustler In the Blue Corner

Tales of a Hustler----In the Blue Corner The lines were pretty long—it was morning weigh in. Fortunately, for the Silver Gloves, you can weigh twice. Joey had been hanging right on the line, so I was kinda worried. “Gallager—South Coral Jr Hgh---125 and ¼. Sorry k I d, your gonna be 4 ounces over. Unless you can drop it by noon, you'll have to step up to Featherweight.”Joey stepped off the scale and just looked at me. As if that weren't bad enough, we noticed in the other line was the punk from...

Tales of a Hustler Caught in the Act PT 2

Tales of a Hustler---Caught in the Act—PT 2As we all just froze, and stared at Joey in the doorway, finally I managed to open my mouth. “Joey----how long you been there lil dawg”? Joey flashed a big grin and replied “just long enough to see homie there suckin up jizz off the floor and droppin it in dudes mouth. That's some sick shit yo”Sill nervous from our session being seen by someone u******e, I responded with “well, you should not have seen that.” Joey came back with another big grin, “Ya,...

Tales of a Hustler Caught in the Act PT 1

Tales of a Hustler---Caught in the Act—PT 1School zones were such a bitch. Ten miles an hour for what seems like an eternity. “Yo Matt—isn't that the dude from Jerry's that night we were all down there ? Hunter seemed excited with all the fresh young meat on display. “You mean the one getting his ass kicked”? “Ya, that's him”. “Yo jump out dawg, and grab him---and Hunter, don't hit none of those k I d s, they're minors”.Hunter jumped from the jeep and pulled off the bully from joey. A few bully...

Tales of a Hustler Thick Black Cock

Tales of a Hustler---Thick Black CockThe orgy from the morning had been pretty epic—at least for my lil bro Dustin. I had never seen so much cum splashed on one dude. Literally from his head to his toes, lol. The twins had taken an instant liking to Dustin, which was awesome, cause like me he had a major fetish for twins. About half of us were finishing up some basic breakfast. Being Saturday, it was time to 'get to work'---enough had been wasted already on each other, and it was time ti hit...

Tales of a Hustler Sat Mornin Gang Bang

Tales of a Hustler---Saturday Morning Gang BangAs I stood leaning into the door jamb, coffee in the right, cig in the left, Cole walked by and softly muttered “damm”. I turned my head and grinned “Aint that the most beautiful sight you ever seen”?Dustin had squirmed around so much in the bed that he had totally thrown the sheets off him—now flat on his belly, legs slightly spread, and that hairy ass on display for God and all the world. Two perfect mounds, rock hard muscle. No flab on this boi....

Tales of a Hustler Bases Loaded

Tales of a Hustler---Bases LoadedIt had been one of the most intense games in recent history. The Cardinals were down by one, bottom of the ninth, and the picture—my lil bro, was up. A win would give the Cardinals a forth straight state championship. A loose—well you can only imagine. I had run up to the announcer box and borrowed the mic from Coach Wallace, as I as much as anybody was going nuts. The crowd was in a constant roar.“Aight ladies and gentlemen—here we are—the moment we all been...

Tales of a Hustler Sorry Girls

Tales of a Hustler---Sorry Girls, I suck Dick Too“Don't do it. “Im tellin ya—-don't wear them” “I'm serious—not coming to your rescue”The twins just giggled under their breath, and left out on their skateboards for 'main street'They had worn their 'bar only' t-shirts, with Cole's saying 'sorry girls—I suck dick too', and Cody's, even bolder 'sorry girls—I take it up the ass too' The twins were getting comfortable with their 'outness', not really caring who saw, or what they...

Tales of a Hustler Snips n Tails n Puppy Dog Tai

Tales of a Hustler----Snips and Snails, and Puppy Dog TailsIt was a typical Saturday morning at the crib. Well, mostly typical. Most of the bois were up, and apparently hungry—Tommy was manning the kitchen, it was like Steak n Eggs in there. “What's all this shit, Taz”? It was Tommy that posed the question. “Everybody gather round---it's Christmas” Tommy pipes back with “What, Christmas in July”? I grin real big, and reply with “Why not---who's gonna stop us”? Lots of cheers, and kewls, and...

Tales of a Hustler Hunter Fresh Meat

Tales of a Hustler----Hunter---Fresh MeatAnother rainy night. Fuck—it's getting hard to make a living lately.Most of the bois were gathered in the common area, watching some cheesy black n white movie. I decided to go out a bit, headed down to Jerry's. He ran a 'bar' so to speak down on the edge of our neighborhood. I guess these days you would call it a sports bar, but had a teen environment. IE, TV's video games, and cokes and juice. No alcohol. As I approach the entrance, I noticed a dude...

Tales of a Hustler Snot Puke and other Bugs

Tales of a Hustler----Snot, Puke, and other BugsSo it's a typical Saturday. Im chillin on the couch, playing with the remote. Tommy keeps pacing back and forth, and jumping up and down, with his hands down his pants. 'What the fuck is he doing” I thinks to myself. I hear a couple coughing, and sneezing in the background. One of the newer bois walks to the kitchen, holding his forehead with his hand. He gets a glass of ice-water. 'Ice” ?? 'Really' ?? Phone rings---it's Cole saying Cody just took...

Tales of a Hustler Foot Patrol

Tales of a Hustler---Foot PatrolSummer is finally back---and it finally stopped raining. I dragged all the bois out of bed at NOON, ya, fuckin noon. Calisthenics, weights, breakfast, showers,---lol, put them in a bad mood making them work and all. Good ! Now hit the fuckn streets—and don't come back without cash. The bois were a little resistant==too much partying and dope the night before. Decided it was time to break that cycle. Spending more money than they were bringing in wasn't going to...

Tales of a Hustler Believe

Tales of a Hustler—Believe---and get fuckedMore rain---actually a lot of fuckin rain. Flash floods—tornado warnings. Certainly no work today—at least in our field :) It was only noon, but all the bois were up, and getting anxious. I told a couple of them to go work out. They just frowned. I decided to start some spaghetti sauce for later tonight—I Like it to simmer a few hours.“Damm bro—is there ANY thing you can't do”? I gave a smile, and a chuckle. “My jr. high football coach made us say...

Tales of a Hustler The Ambush

Tales of a Hustler---AmbushLife of a hustler was not as simple and gravy as it might appear from the outside. It wasn't always 'wham bamm thank you mamm'---quick nut and a quick $50. Most hustlers went hungry during slow times. Some would suffer withdrawals---either from smokes, or some kinda of dope, In the winter some would go cold, and hungry.These times would cause lots of them to resent to things they wouldn't normally do. Eatin ass, drinking someones piss---were pretty disgusting things...

Tales of a Hustler Young Dumb and full o Cum

Tales of a hustler—Young, Dumb, and full of Cum---Pt 2I think it was about 3:00 AM. I woke up hearing the awfullest noise. I started to turn over, but was met with searing pain, across most of my body. My head, my chest, my balls, what the fuck ??It was Dustin—he was screaming “dudes, dudes, get the fuck out here” Lil bro and a couple of others came outside the front door of the convention center. As I became more awake, I realized that I had passed out, right at the front door. Still buck...

Tales of a Hustler Young Dumb and Full o Cum

Tales of a Hustler---Yung Dumb and full of CumProlly the most voiced expression in the 'old days' , besides 'sit on it', was 'young dumb, and full of cum'. You heard it mostly in the bars, as trolls would talk about some young smooth piece of meat that they had allegedly got last night at the book store. Especially in the trade business. The desire was definitely the “chicken” type—smooth, tite,compact, and of course—a big dick. The perfect foot soldier—15, under 6', and a nine inch dick. (oh...

Tales of a Hustler Hangin wit da Bois

Tales of a Hustler Hangin Wit da BoisToday had been really intense, and busy. 9:00 AM had to be on set for this weeks set. “Cops that Fuck” or some stupid shit. Basic story was I, as a cop, pull over this tite lil twinkie boy for speeding, but he can't let his dad find out, or get a ticket. Eith way would send him back to military school. So there, lots of the bois fall prey to the bigger and stronger boys, and therfore become their punks. Usually dishing out some sort of service everyday. So...

Tales of a Hustler The Ins and Outs

Tales of a Hustler—The ins and outsThings were working out pretty good. I had been in Dallas now about 6 months. The main job, making the porn, was going well. Everybody liked new meat—so your first year was usually the best. We would do one or two flicks a week. I started at $500 a flick, then after 3 months they doubled me up so I wouldn't leave them and go solo. Each flick usually had a photo shoot to go along with it. Mostly for pics on the covers of the VHS's, and maybe an obscure mag or...

Tales of a Hustler Jinney

Tales of a Hustler--- Jinney and RonIt was cool out tonight. I had on a flannel shirt—but not buttoned up. 501's, jock, and the typical black leather work boots. In my case—Caterpillars. They were the really cool ones, big yellow letters on the bottom spelling out CAT. All that comprised what they called the “gay uniform” from pretty much the fifties through the early 70's. Even cold outside I always had an open shirt. Asides from that big ass 10” dick—a hard well defined 6-pac was a dudes best...

Tales of a Hustler Day 1

Tales of a Hustler---Day 01 Dallas fuckin Texas. Ninth largest city in America. Population 1,250,000 and a few more. Number of hustles---unknown, but the average guess puts it at about 500. WOW—that's a lot of fuckin dick n ass. And now there's one more. Arrived at “the motel” about sunset. Some dump ass crack inn, sponsored by Mr. Johnny. He had told me a couple of years ago, over at Mr. Wilsons that he could set me up in some real porn if I wanted, so I decided to give it a try. Johnny said I...

Tales from a Hustler All I Want for Christmas

Tales of a Hustler---All I Want for Christmas“All I Want for Christmas is a ten inch dick” LOL that fits perfect with “two front teeth” It was Christmas eve, and the middle of the week. I couldn't go home, cause I would need off more than 1 day. Mom said it's no big deal—she had volunteered to pull a double at the diner anyway, and she said Dustin didn't spend much time at the house anyway. Said she didn't know where he was most of the time. I told her I would get home the weekend, and I would...

SHORT PIECES GAY TALES VOL 4

SHORT PIECES (GAY TALES)SPECIAL DELIVERY (the story takes place in the 1930s )The road had fortunately dried up since Randy didn’t like driving on wet pavement. He just didn’t have the right tires. Besides the sun had been out since early this morning and most things had dried. Otherwise he would have waited until the return trip to make his usual stop. Randy was a special delivery man who carried important letters and parcels between Boston, New York and Washington. People who didn’t trust the...

SHORT PIECES Lesbian Tales Volume 8 special th

SHORT PIECES (Lesbian Tales) - Volume 8 (special theme)NOTE: These lesbian stories are a bit different from the previous ones. Each contains the use of watersports as part of lesbian sex. Some of you may not appreciate that and therefore should skip this particular volume.SUMMER COTTAGELeslie and her long-time lover Rachel had owned a summer cottage in the Finger Lakes district for years. The women were in their 50s and enjoyed the forests and the canoeing. The ladies were fit, slim and...

The Erotic Tales of Bucephalus

Chapter 1Dreams come. Dreams go.As always, our lovemaking begins in a dark place lost in time eternal.We’ve done this before. Where? When? I’m not sure, but like the other times, I watch her as she preens. She loves the tension … the delay … the anticipation … the sensuousness unfolding. Her eyes hold a Cimmerian darkness, a barbarity of delights. Her tummy bulges over her black patch. A depression in the geography, the belly button acts as a beguiling sinkhole waiting to engulf the universe,...

SHORT PIECES Lesbian Tales Volume 7

SHORT PIECES (Lesbian Tales)- Volume 7THE HEAD NURSE“Hey !”, said Helena, a slim black nurse with gorgeous eyelashes“Hey sweetie”, answered Julia, who had a crush on Helena, and about every other female nurse, nurse’s assistant, female cafeteria employee, or female patient under 100. “Are you getting some ?”, whispered Julia to her black friend“I was working last two nights….room 112…bed near the window. Caucasian female about 40. Horny as hell. She ate me each night.”, whispered Helena“Maybe...

SHORT PIECES Lesbian Tales Volume 6

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