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Dale Hart
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Dale Hart has submitted 98 original stories to MenOnTheNet.com's Gay Erotic Stories. His original stories include:
- A Certain Passion
- A Chorus's Line
- A Gay Person in the Making
- A Library Pick-Up
- A Library Pick-Up, Part 2
- Read more stories by Dale Hart below.
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A Certain Passion
Write me if you believe as I do, that it is possible to write moral erotica. Write me if you think different: jimhart42@aol.com I hate using people, especially those who are poor, so poor that what little I have is a fortune to them and likewise my power, which comes with money. That Frazil, the come-with-the-house boy roughed my cock to its needed stand-up and by fortune of this...
A Chorus's Line
Birthday boy. Wow! Those words will never be the same to me any more, not after what I was put through at my last birthday. I was coming onto 26, the age they say you reach your sexual peak. What happened on my birthday was set up by my saying this to a bunch of my closest friends in the Gay Men's Chorus as we had a snack after our Spring Concert. They batted that one around a...
A Gay Person in the Making
In sexual Braille, for the sightless I offer here my wreck. Feel the bumps and spell out "the grace of God is" and then enter. I was a boy and you were a boy in this kingdom by the sea. Without too much fancy let us each walk to the inward parts of the island and begin with that time when we were not sexual. Ho! Did ye buy that line? In my boyness my first sexual experience was...
A Library Pick-Up
We were seated in a section of the library on campus where they had comfortable leather chairs that both rocked and swiveled. Intended for those who have a lot of heavy reading to do, the area was quite private and I got in the habit of visiting this seating to do a little recreational tricking. I like Oriental guys and Indians. It's tougher to approach the guys from India and when ...
A Library Pick-Up, Part 2
Sengi was a person who stopped my heart. I picked him up at the University of Pennsylvania Fine Arts Library, but now at the door of his efficiency apartment, located on the 3rd floor of a fine old Victorian house that was so typical of Powelton Village, we had walked four blocks together. Walking with a guy who has drawn you to him and has invited you to join him is walking as an...
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A Library Pick-Up, Part 3
Sengi is a Japanese name. Sengi is the grandson of a Japanese soldier who lay wounded in the slaughter of Japanese troops occupying Manchuria in China in 1945 when the Soviets set 40 divisions against them. Like so many Japanese whose sense of shame and honor called for suicide rather than defeat, Sengi's grandfather would have put him to that test of manhood. It was not to be....
A Library Pick-Up, Part 4
Jimmy was the grandson of an immigrant Irishman who made his living as a roofer and became a Communist labor organizer in that trade. He was a man who rolled his own cigarettes. A gentle man, he had a sense of humor and a sense of place, that is, he knew what was the right thing to do and he did it without drawing attention to himself. Jimmy's father was the reserved kind of man...
A Library Pick-Up, Part 5
Sengi had just shot a big load of cum into my mouth, the kind of load that comes from a virgin who is so hot he can't hold it back and he comes before his time. I swallowed his cum-shot slowly, in a large move of my mouth around his cock--swallowing his premature ejaculation in a way that made him feel large and complete. In my mouth this clean and intelligent Indian boy who had...
A Library Pick-Up, Part 6
"How do we do it?" Sengi wanted to know steps 1,2,3 about getting his buns socked with my cock. He should have read more porn mags or something, but sitting there on the corner of his bed with him, he had has hand wrapped around the thing that was going to bust apart his conservative good-boy reality. We were sharing a piece of traditional Indian cake he had gotten at the Indian...
A Library Pick-up, Part 7
In his mind Sengi is yelling: He tells me to beg for it! Here is this guy who has just picked me up and who has, in just the couple of hours we've been together, become my sun and moon--can't he see that my stiff one and my kisses shout, "Fuck me, fuck me, give it to me all the way!!"? I came to America to find this fucker, so what's he want? I'm so ready I could cum just looking...
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A Little Sex Play for Noah and Me
I want to throw my cum on you. Noah, your smooth body with those ripped abs call for a blast from my unthrottled sex. And even though I love your sexy wire-rim glasses with the big round lenses, I love you all the more when they're tossed aside as we work out our passion upon each other. When I see your warm brown eyes go large everything in me loses its mooring and to steady...
A Rough Work
I'm 5'7" and weigh a hundred and forty. That I have a chronic need to set other people right is more important than that my jeans are wrapped round my legs and ass, that the lines you see in the frayed, sun-bleached denim shows off an ass that is fuck heaven, a cock bulge that excites many a boy to thoughts of pleasure. Why is it more important to know that I appoint myself a...
All Love is Sexual
Under a priest's robes, above the old man's dark socks, below any guy's belt buckle, between all our legs, the place where my eyes find easy rest, this is where the living member of Us lives. Us, the bad-ass John called homo, vir, queer, this Us are the guys who get it on. And whether our cocks are big or small, tan, dusty red or black, cut or uncut there are fingers that will find...
Anything to Get Out of Line
Look at me. We've had enough of knees touching. You know we were driving each other crazy. You swagger into the room and sit next to me and immediately boldly knock your knee against mine. It's like a trigger, like slamming your hand on all my sex switches. Then I sit for an hour not hearing the lecture, trying to take notes instead of listening. Sexually, this is duct tape where a...
Artist's Delight
Terry had been hanging out with me for weeks. He'd just show up and what could I do? He was a stud and a geek too--what a combination. He was a one-two-three dresser, that is, like a geek he dressed the same all the time. The torn open tee shirt, the tight jeans which he wore for a week at a time until they got soft and almost slid off his hips and the running shoes, all these...
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Between Teen And Teen
Frank stood in his parent's room stripped down to just his white Cal Klein briefs. He was checking himself out. Two years of intensive free weight workouts demanded of him by the college Volleyball coach had got him to where he was lean and tight knit--the kind of muscle that got him a hard-on when he took a look at himself. He adjusted his cock, which was enlarging rapidly. Yeah, ...
Between Teen And Teen, Part 2
Frank's tiger cock was fit between Jack's legs. Jack had put it there when he realized that he had a backlog of things he wanted his first lover to do to him and a no-brakes-on fuck was high on his list. Standing with his back to the doorframe to Frank's room he had Frank's cock between his legs doing the dry fuck thing. Frank liked it rough--looking for trouble as he was. His cock...
Between Teen And Teen, Part 3
The cum shots ripped from him, a roughly taken harvest that left Jack a shaken boy. God, he had never had an orgasm that just went on and on. Loin lightning! It was wild to have your cock take over, for your buddy's warm, wet mouth to be stripping your gears, but in the same instant having his SUCK pull your sex repeatedly in severe accelerations such that the boy doesn’t know what...
Between Teen and Teen, Part 4
When Jack let loose his cum into Frank's mouth, Frank took the streams like a man, passionately and with a single desire to have Jack give him his load. He did experience a short, jagged gag at the first shot of Jack's cum, but he got past it quick 'cause taking the load is one of the hottest things a guy can do and he wanted every drop of it. Jack for his part got so shaken by...
Blow Job, Straight Up
Hard cock dripping. Touch it. No, your fingers are for my ass--hard cock dripping is for your lips, boy. Your lips, I love to look at them, they're so full, rounded, wet....Your lips opening, just parting enough to take the head of my huge hot dick. Oooooh, yessss, slowly, oh so slow--I need you to hit every receptor in my dick. Let your hair get worked to a frenzy with your mouth...
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Broken Harold's Angel
At twenty-eight you'd think a physical hunk of a guy like Harold might know that he's gay, but he didn't. He wasn't stupid. He knew that girls existed and that the guys he grew up with hooked up with many girls. It's just that Harold never once had a stirring for a woman, even though he knew a beautiful woman when he saw one. Harold's problem was that he couldn't match up his...
Chain Gang Boy, Part 1
It is so hot working in this Kansas sun on a chain gang that the rocks I'm busting crack open molten and oozing their contents at the soles of my blistered workboots--these lousy cardboard leather prison-made workboots. Poked in our guts and up our asses by Billy clubs the Special Force, the killers the prison hires to make us puke in the stress of heat and unending pain gives these ...
Chain Gang Boy, Part 2
Michael Beard was the Supervisor of the Community Service Project serving the courts of Chester County, Pennsylvania. Mike is an African-American whose values were from his youth in the 1960's--he was a big C Christian, Baptist, and was actively engaged in the Civil Rights Movement. So, on one hand he takes life seriously and he is a man who sees that life is lived best when the...
Chain Gang Boy, Part 3
A little of the street vernacular slips from the lips of Mike Beard as he is driving back to headquarters. "This sucks," he says aloud as he is silently pondering what to do about his discovery of Robby and Hank doing gay sex in Marsh Creek. He says, "This sucks," again, this time squeezing the steering wheel with masculine consternation. Using the vulgar word suck doesn't even faze...
Chain Gang Boy, Part 4
When I saw Robby's thin-tight-skin-tight low cut Levi's I knew I had to have his sex and those jeans. Tight jeans are sex juicy and that's why my cock takes up space in my pants at the sight of them. Robby's got the body for tight jeans. He's got a tight mid-section with a slight bit of love handle so as to let my eye have the pleasure of a curve which flows so nifty to his 'fuck...
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Christian Life
I didn't expect to see Jamie walk into noonday Mass being held in the small chapel of St. Vincent R.C. Church. When I go to Mass I expect to get away from my other life. I try to use the Mass, every part of it to pry me loose from my carnal needs and faulty relationships. But there he was and I had been asked to read the Scripture for the day and lead the responsorial Psalm. I felt...
Circus Sex
What's in that clown's pants? Answer: Very, very tight butt, sweaty balls and a man-size penis. What's in his heart? A boy's playfulness and loyalty, an ability to hit the mark and to know all about life without a lick of readin'. I'm a clown in a tent show--although going on an expedition to the South Pole is absolutely the hardest work, when you talk about the hardest everyday job, ...
Creaming for You
Our bodies tangle roughly as we pass in the narrow passageway. During this drill we have full body contact, there isn't a part that doesn't get rubbed, bumped, poked or pressed upon. And our bulky clothes, all rubbery stuff with clasps, buttons, and Velcro make it impossible not to touch your mates. All the guys get off on these drills, but for different reasons. And Jim gets off on...
Cum Spewing Party
Houseboys in Key West come in two varieties: Those in traditional Caribbean houseboy attire, that'd be floral shirt worn out over conservative British khaki shorts; and the houseboy I got who made it his business to show what he had for me. My boy's name was Terry and I swear I saw a full rigid boner in his tight shorts when he first answered the door at the place I'd rented for...
Cum Spewing Party, Part 1
The Key West world of seasonal rentals, with clearly stated rights to houseboy sex services, is a world in which you know you've gotten your money's worth when there are times that you just forget about the sex. But for guys like Jimi, who have never in their lives had the chance to go at it to let-it-go satisfaction, the need is incessant for weeks. This story is about how Terry...
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Cum Spewing Party, Part 2
It was a delicate time. I had just blown a glorious best-of-all-time load of cum into my houseboy's mouth and he was milking me down, going for the last drop to prove me worthy, to prove himself masterful. I expected that with this milking that my cock should have lost some of its hardness, but with his expert hands on my shaft I was staying strong in his devoted mouth. But he did...
Cum Spewing Party, Part 3
I am Terry and I know more about Jimi than he could guess. He thinks that he has rented this expensive and private Key West 'Shangri-La' complete with me as his totally servile sex server houseboy, but what he doesn't know is that I have an advance degree in the sexual arts earned on the streets of New York where I hustled johns of every kind. Money and sex makes me cum... Jimi...
Don't Interrupt Me
Willie has a lot of friends. This guy at 37 will never be over the hill. He'll be fuckin' and suckin' when he's in his 60's. Well, he's built and is more than pro-social: He lays hands on people in a friendly way and draws them into his circle. Even guys he has no interest in sexually are included when he sees in them something that rounds out the group with a new look, talent or a...
Drivin' With My Radio Hard On
Outwardly things are ok. OK?– just a million cars doing road rage. Better pull over and pull it out. Work it out on the side of the road where the worst that can happen is that I'll get jit on my Dockers and be a few minutes late. Be late: Cum early. But today I can't stop and the radio news gets all mixed in with the need I'll fix later with you. I think about the classic gay...
Drought Day's Muse
The earth has dried up; there is nothing but scorch and yellow-white rubble where once there had been forests and deep streams of living water. There are still people alive on this barren rock, but these survivors have no future. Though mankind had brought about this ruin and had interpreted it as a "natural cycle" having nothing to do with his cutting down every living thing,...
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Ease And Heat
My jeans were suck tight. His were fit to his ass in distressed light blue and his jeans, like mine, radiated lines from the cock pouch that strides with us as we walk together in the pride of our manhood. Jack always wore black tee shirts which were form-fitting when new, but expanded in the direction of his muscled torso so that new or old these shirts laid it open that he was...
Extra Sensory Penetration, Part 1
Sixten has a walk that is so masculine that if he pushed it any further it would be like a dancer's interpretation--"a man walking." Seeing him move arouses my fur and more--my balls ache. I swear I can feel them enlarge when he's standing next to me. In him the openly sexual manner of the European male pops and crackles. He, German, my new friend and co-worker, lean and taut as a...
Extra Sensory Penetration, Part 2
When we left the gym we had had just enough of a workout to stimulate us; our blood was surging and we were looking for trouble. We were carrying what was between our legs with thoughts focused on how our lust would work itself out. Down in the locker room Sixten and I became like a couple of teenagers messing around. And when we got past the elbowing verbal jibes and pushing one...
Extra Sensory Penetration, Part 3
I was twisted uncomfortably on the sofa with my legs splayed off almost at a right angle to my hips, which did at least have solid rest between Jimmy's legs. Jimmy was begging in soft, rough and insistent moans that I go down on him--I did, after all have his hot hard cock embraced at its root by my supple fingers and I was hot for him. I was going to get him higher yet and even...
Extra Sensory Penetration, Part 4
A person's sense of time and place can be altered by many a thing in this life. But none alters more profoundly than the hook of lust. Poor lust--it is a word that ought to have honor. It finds honor in one relationship at a time and here in this story of Sixten and Jimmy we see lots of stuff happening that we know from our own lives...for what is lust but virtue that wrestles with...
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Extra Sensory Penetration, Part 5
In Sixten's bed Jimmy was coming to consciousness out of the nap he and Sixten required from their intense sexing of each other's bodies. This coming to consciousness was like the booting up of a PC with its successive silent announcements and options to adjust the settings, etc. For Jimmy the settings were going to need some adjustment. The feel of his own body naked and in touch...
Extra Sensory Penetration, Part 6
How can I say how hard it was to stop Sixten? Having a hot hard cock ready to push open your virgin hole, to really want it to happen and to say "no" even if the house is burning down is a tough piece of business. Geez, we had just shot sixty-niner loads of hot cum into each other's mouths and our bells were still ringing from that. I knew that Sixten wanted to go all the way and...
Extra Sensory Penetration, Part 7
This night was mine. Naked and wet I pushed Sixten's cock away from the entry he would have made into me right there in the bathroom. We stepped out of the tub shower, both of us so aroused that we needed some kind of immediate release, so we boxed at one another with slap hits sometimes darting in for a suck-at-the-mouth kiss in hot wet spiky-haired clenches. Our hard pricks were...
Extra Sensory Penetration, Part 8
Jimmy, a twenty-six year old gay boy whose life was a nothing--nothing but respectable hard work and nothing but guilt about his stash of porn and his ever-so-rare touching of male flesh is now a thrown man. Thrown into this world gay and at this very instant thrown buck-naked by his lover onto a bed where his legs have opened wide and his heart is pounding hard and broadly. His eyes...
Extra Sensory Penetration, Part 9
I'm in battle dress: The helmet, the camo fatigues, the black high boots. The boots are muddy, but that's nothing compared with how I look and feel. I bristle with Army issue weaponry, with GI muscle and I'm bellying through the blown battlefield with its body parts. I'm one man and I'm set to strike the enemy with what will either bloody him bad or have him as my prisoner. My will...
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File to Sex
Chuck was a good boss. I was the new hire and he made sure that I got a good orientation. Chuck was just enough older than I was that the buddy hugs he gave me in moments of work-related enthusiasm just made me feel great and nothing more. His warm smile, his frequent innocent body contacts with me and his tight ass formed clearly under his kakis should have suggested something to...
Five Minute Eroticon
Norman is hung and he knows it. So, he has the attitude of the relentless stud who has scored, is scoring, and will ever score. I know he's got a plan for me that will score a first down in about five minutes. He's cruised me for about a week and now babe, it's gonna happen big time. It's just him and me cleaning the penthouse of rich bitch away in Europe and we have a nine hour...
For Phong
I roll out of bed away from my wife who is still sleeping. The erection has a name written on it. Guess who? And I am hard to make love to a man who lives in Vietnam. What can I do? We're so far apart and yet so close. The people who write me say that they like my stories. I like sex and I like sexy stories, so I'm pleased that they get off on them the way I do. I have a big ...
For Phong, Part 2
Phong, You say you have missed me and I miss you, too. I ran away from you after I saw that you could not be set aside. But your e-mails to me were so simple and so full of your hot desire for me that I was shaken. Tell me what I can do to please you? Hearing from you after so many months means I must find a way to please you and yet we are so far apart with you in Vietnam and ...
Frank's Work
Sometimes when I'm put together with another guy I have thoughts that I shouldn't have and when the guy is put together like Frank is, then there's no way to avoid the gay tinge--I am hung on him and it hits on me. We're in Ed Psych together and the professor has required a joint presentation early in the course. I asked Frank since he was right there if he'd join with me and he...
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Frank's Work On The M. T. A.
Frank and I are working out our desire for one another the best way possible--hands on. Standing in front of the stone fireplace we had begun to trace our lust to its core. Warmed by that fire we stand in our boxer shorts and t-shirts which if we weren't already locked in a passionate French kiss would tell just what we were to each other--guys who aren't old friends don't just...
Free And Strong
It is late spring day in New England, these days are warming; the leaves of one plant are brushing its neighbor in a gentle breeze. The day is fresh and like the plants I glory in the sun, the movement of the earth, the breezes which caress me. Caress--that is the word without mistake. The breeze touches me sexually. I am alone, but alive with moves more varied than that of the...
Gay Sexplosion
Jarrel, Jarrel, Jarrel. I've only known you about a month--actually five weeks. The week before you moved into the Victorian twin alongside mine I saw you checking the place out and I just bopped out to say hi. You had stopped, spread your legs apart and plunged your hands deep into the front pockets of your Levi's, lookin' loose and just enjoying yourself. I broke into your special...
Getting Naked with Tito
I like to get naked. Tito and I like to get naked together. When he comes home from work dressed in his scruffy tight black jeans and T-shirt, his construction-worker uniform, I am turned on by the way he fits into those duds. In his jeans and T-shirt I see his deep brown eyes, strong neck and torso, but most of all I see (and lust after) his firm ass and his pecker nestled in a...
Getting To Cum-shot Glow
Allen's hard dick drove itself madly into the sheets warm from his own body heat. His loins stoke up more heat and he gets so horny whenever Rod is traveling. Allen twists into the sheets in anguish allowing his dick to get bunched in them--the tangle grabs his cock just the way it gets grabbed in his daily cock wars with Rod. Each of them waking up hard, each of them allowing...
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Go to it Oh Jizzmen....
Tom is not a man and not a boy. His youth has the peak of sex in him, which pushes him to play his desires into sexual unions that come left and right. He loads it as all would be lovers do, with clothes and ornament to attract the maximum number of like-minded studs to him. Today it is his Algerian military shorts laced up loosely--while I was not able to see anything, the shorts...
Hanging Low
Thorne's baggy jeans were always just barely hanging on him. The top of the jeans must have had Velcro to hold them just at the top of his ass crack around his hips and across his pubic hair. But that's when he's wearing his Joe Boxer's--on the morning he asked me to help rearrange his furniture he answered the door like he just got out of bed, no shirt and no underwear, just those...
Hanging Up Holy Socks
Because of the presumed delicacy of the subject of sex in the life of religious and out of respect for those who do not believe as I do, I open my story with some ideas: A baby's first breath and a guy's first cum flung into space, into the kid's big-eyed surprise, all these come from the creator's hand. God oversees. God oversees. Just as the first breath can't have been foreseen ...
Have A Shot Of Bullet Jizz--Zang's
His name was Zang (born Tomas Cszangor) and he was a creature of his boyish youth and manly cock: Zang! It sounds like a bullet whizzing past your head and he grew to manhood by parenting that was American, bright-eyed and pure, throughout those long years of his boyhood. Zang's parents were strong, positive-thinking people who worked hard and made sure their five children learned...
He Dropped His Pants
When I opened the door to my newly assigned dorm room I met my roommate who was standing in the midst of his open luggage in just his Jockey briefs. He stepped out introducing himself casually with a firm handshake and an inviting smile. My first look at him left a lot for my imagination to play with, from his overall good looks down to his cock which was huge and laid across the...
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His Ass So High
Bobby used to hang around my apartment all the time. I couldn't figure it: I'm 30 and he's a freshman at a local college, but he lived nearby and always found a natural excuse to visit me. He was the kind of guy you see all over in Oklahoma: He had a fresh face, good biceps and a butt that he showed to all in tight jeans. My door was always open since I live on the first floor next...
How We Love
Tito's alarm went off and he was so deep asleep he didn't hear it, but as usual when his alarm wakes me I just reach across his warm naked body and turn it off for him. This reach across is always a pleasure because I get to do a body-press feelie, and to let my forearm hair and the palm of my right hand slide along his warm morning-hard dick nestled in the lean hollow of his...
I'll Trade You
Dan lived in the co-op with me and I got to know and like Dan quite a lot. It was a funny situation because I didn't know Dan was gay and I learned that he was through one of the straight members of the co-op. But Dan appeared straight, so none of us ever guessed until he joined an activist gay group. I was hurt that he didn't feel he could confide in me and I went to his room the...
In Flesh And In The Spirit
Leather guys in Christ. Yes, believers who wear unbelievable clothes, the kind of stuff that is a turn-on for the wearer and the looker. On your knees to pray and on your knees to suck cock, what's the dif? Hard to say, because a giant erection comes with each way of being. But why? Don't ask. Believers don't ask. They quiver, they might be in tears, but they are hard and feeling...
In Lycra ,Tight Lovers
The freshness of this Sunday morning in June made it the perfect day for pulling on my Lycra bike shorts and go riding on my new racing bike with my newfound bike shop friend. Jeb was an experienced rider who wanted to teach me how to get the most from my machine. Following him I tried to match his cadence and style. Jeb wanted me to have a really good trip on my first long...
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It is Written--Ooops!
Some of us like erotic stories. What is an erotic story? For me it is a sexy tale that invites sexual stimulation that may manifest itself in a whole range of hearer/reader responses. At the one end of the scale is intense reader identification with the people and creatures pictured in the story and then after riveted attention comes the whole range of visceral signs of involvement in...
Jeb's Bone
Jeb. I say your name in my head as I stoke our lust with kisses. I draw away from your mouth and begin to hit on your hard nipples with tiny, sharp lover's bites. I am white hot for you in these minutes just after you sucked me off for the first time in my life. Now we've traded places and it is you, my Greek god with the golden curls, who is laid back against our sex tree, here in...
Jeb's Bone--The Whip of Discipline
Sweaty and messed-up-happy we had need of a rest from stand-up blow jobs we had just given each other in that late morning sun. Jeb had found a really great super private place in the Jersey pinelands for us to practice our manly arts upon one another. As tired as we were from the bike ride and the sex, we couldn't stop looking at one another, touching one another as if to check...
John, The Man Beyond Caution
When a woman gets raped it is usually an act of aggression and now it is also rightly called terrorism when governments send out troops to get at targeted people--to get them to submit to the unspoken agenda of men who hate. It is never politically correct to say of a woman that she "was asking for it." You'll get some fierce reaction from most women when you say this, but without...
Just Another Gay Guy
Jay knew I was gay and he knew what that meant in everyday terms; that I was as an unattached gay man, as available as I seemed to be. I was horny most of the time and not too inclined to hide the fact, I just let my eyes greet guys that were around. Jay got some attention from me at the party when he came in and was introduced all around. After that we just floated around snacking...
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Men of Constant Hardness
Danny was sitting next to Wayne on the bus coming back from the football game and he got another one of his hard-ons that he always got when he rode in those hard-riding school buses. The jostling caused friction and the vibrations from the roar of the engine coming up through those hard seats made him spring a woody every time. But this time sitting next to Wayne, the male dorm's...
Movie Juice
I'm looking at this kid's movie that my partner had gotten for us to watch. The story is about a kid who is born a wizard and has to be taken to an ancient and dark world where there is a school (a school!) for teenage wizards, etc. Lots of flying on broomsticks at warp speed--young guys hanging onto thick broom handles as they pursue one another sure suggested that the filmmaker...
My Balls
My balls are called Proctor and Gamble--the holy brothers. Like good saints they don't stay in place and even my canvas sack won't contain them. They tell me "the time" and hope that I will get them some work. To do this I simply turn off my brain and then they set to work releasing all of the springs that pop my dingle to all jangle. Their work on a given job is completed when...
My Johnny--He's the Man
His white shorts were crispy white, especially so because the boy was a person of color. My houseboy was a West Indian youth about seventeen years old and the day I met him he was wearing a bright pink polo shirt. The house I had rented on St. Croix was on a hillside positioned so that I had a feeling of unity with earth, sea and sky, but having seen Johnny, my houseboy I wanted to...
Oscar And Stephan In Brief
Wearing just plain old cheap white briefs that were probably one size too large was the thing Oscar did to show himself off around the dorm. He knew how good his body was and just wearing any rag off the thrift store racks or bummed off one of us in the frat house showed what he had. The white briefs that were too large grabbed in his ass crack showing off his buns and on the...
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Quik and Friendly
Decency and kindness, tolerance and generosity are values that can't be faulted. They equal a major part of what is love. For me, love, like God is somewhat diminished by attempts at a packaged and perfect human description. Stay with me. Don't be scared off by my big words. You see I too am gay and I seek the same embrace you do. Love and God are this big at least--we are...
Saturday's Bed
Tito was only 22 years old when he first laid hands and eyes on me. I was hanging out with some friends at a leather bar when he peeled me away from them saying, "I've been watching you and I'd like to buy you a drink." His assertiveness was as attractive to me as he was. The colors he wore were not commonplace in a leather bar, but he was able to carry off the wearing of a...
Screw Virginity
I volunteered to go into bondage sex with my friends Jay and Simon, both of whom came out in high school and with whom I had been friends. I was the "queer lover" and because my parents would have killed me if I admitted what was true about me--that I was a fag--I stayed in a barren sexless world at a time when I was so horny I was in pain from my desire. But to Jay and Simon I was...
Sexorium Introduction
The three of them had never met before, but here at the sexorium that was never a problem. The source of the heightened ecstasy that the sexorium was designed to provide as a public institution would bring strangers together. The realization of one's sexual potential at every lifestage was its purpose. Susan, Jaki and Tommy were all novices. Susan and Jaki had entered the sexorium...
Sexorium Sex Engine
Everybody in Tommy's Sexorium Primegroup decided they were deep gay and liked the sex so much that they were going to take the gay tattoo upon the back of their left hands marking them for easy gay tricking the rest of their lives. Guys making the commitment to gay life after their exploratory experiences of enhanced gay sex at the Sexorium would have the option of having a tattoo on...
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The pressure I feel in my pursuit of you isn't bearable and I find that I have to work off my lust. My artwork is followed by manual labor or even a workout at the gym. Exhaustion is my strategy. But it isn't working, my labor is making me stronger so I must be doing something wrong. Didn't I read that athletes have reduced sex drive? That's gotta be wrong because I'm wired. Do I...
Softball Players
Chris was going to get fucked up the ass by Alex, this Alex knew from the first time he met him. He also knew that it would have to happen soon because he was having a hard time keeping his eyes off him and the rest of the guys on the softball team wouldn't appreciate having a faggot on the team. Alex knew Chris was gay but unlike himself Chris was locked into the good-boy thing...
Something in Hand for a Hayride
It was a real hayride. A bunch of us from the gay community center rented the horse and wagon loaded with loose hay and driven by a pretty hip farmer. Nighttime is the right time and we all got out to the farm just at dusk. There were about eight of us and most of us were new to one another. I think we had a notion that a ride in the hay might break down the walls we wanted...
Steam
The YM is friendly. It's old and done in a grand style you don't see any more. Woodwork, arches, tiles and lots of spaces for activities not dreamed of when the place was built. I usually get in four good workouts a week using the free weight room and then I might get into my Speedos and swim or just shower and jog out of there feeling like a load has been taken off me. There is a...
Stream of Sex
name your freespace to me...that space where you get hard and cum easy, where your body celebrates. let me tuck flowers in your denim shirt and let the stems reach down the long stretch of your abs letting their juices flow down into your jeans wetting your Calvin Klein briefs. wetness of stem to stem. be touched by my powerful love electric which i give to you in colors which you...
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You have to see him first as I see him, and then you will know why it is you were born to be gay. To see him naked is a memory in us that nails in us forever the prime need of having, being, seeing, touching, needing cock. I have touched him deeply and feel the need of sharing him with you now that he is gone. Reinaldo has left my side, crawled out of our tent on the secluded...
The Gift of Becoming
For three days in a row I had been with Jeffrey. I convinced myself that my publisher and agent could be put off and I said to myself that I was free to go the way of my lusty urge to be with Jeff and to lay hands on him, all his firm exposed skin, the wrinkles of his jeans and his unwrinkled need. With fingertips, lips and a half-pound of erect dick at the ready, all that was...
The Ingriedience of Crusin'
I'm on a commuter train with a novel by Dostoyevsky--reading all the good parts--when this guy gets on board and suddenly I'm "The Idiot". I mean, this guy is not drop dead gorgeous, but he is young and he looks at me eye to eye and then sits down two rows in front of me. I should be able to ignore him, but I was attracted to him not just by his look to me, but by everything I...
The Nerve Of Our Sex
Randy has just caught my eye as he passed by my open door to head into the bathroom wearing nothing but his baggy white briefs just barely hanging onto his lean hips and a purple towel was wrapped round his expansive shoulders. I am certain he checked out my room as he went by. It makes perfect sense because he's been checking me out every chance he gets. There are three of us...
The Sound of Men Who Love
Horsecock surround. Weighty being. Thing ringed of lips. The press of your lips and the way you slide into me with your finger Magnificat--a focused Blues Magnificat of your digital probe. You open me. I am called "bitchboy" when your hot breath nears my ear. I am fuck-lucky. Your member is neighborly and I have sugar for you that strikes deep, long-stretched tingle in your deepest...
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This shit was more than I could bear--Jonathon had grabbed me in what was, I thought, just a game, but now my hands are cinched with ordinary clothesline and I'm bound at my feet. Worse still, he's tied me to a straight-backed wooden kitchen chair and gagged me with a torn cloth tied at the back of my head. If Jonathon weren't my step-brother my panic would be total. Writhing in...
Tied To My Step-brother
This shit was more than I could bear--Jonathon had grabbed me in what was, I thought, just a game, but now my hands are cinched with ordinary clothesline and I'm bound at my feet. Worse still, he's tied me to a straight-backed wooden kitchen chair and gagged me with a torn cloth tied at the back of my head. If Jonathon weren't my step-brother my panic would be total. Writhing in...
Tough Time
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Two Ordinary Sex Crazed Guys
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We Bend Our Love to Make it Stronger
Legs and arms and torsos rotating, under and over each other we scuffle. It's not sex and it's not wrestling: It is our way of saying 'Hi, I love you and everything that is part of you'. We talk or we don't talk. This is just how our relationship flows. Last night was a little different than what I have described because when I went up to E. he kinda pushed me aside in a kind of...
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We Love the Flowers....
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What Have I Done?
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When Peter Comes To You
It was tough on me to see the guy I've wanted to touch greet another guy with a rather chaste kiss on his lips. And later on at this same mostly gay party, I saw him settle down with this other guy's arm around him. They had something of a relationship--how hot I don't know, but I felt that in some way they were made for each other and admitting this to myself was an additional...
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