Homecumming. Vietnam vet is given a warm welcome home.
Louis fumed as he settled onto the couch. The tall 25-year-old was drunk, too drunk to drive home in his beautiful new hot rod, but not drunk enough for his hard-on to go away. His bitch girlfriend had refused him head that night, complaining that she didn't like him when he was drinking. Then why the fuck did she come to the party in the first place? Obviously a party would entail drinking!! The worst part was that the party had been in Louis' honor, to celebrate his safe return home from 'Nam. He'd seen a lot of terrible things during his tour of duty, things he didn't want to talk about with anyone, let alone think about. He was glad that although his friends were against the war, they weren't against HIM. They knew he'd only gone reluctantly, because he'd been unable to escape the draft.
It was about 3 a.m., the guy who'd thrown the party had gone to bed, and everyone had left except for Louis and one more partygoer, a guy named Eric who was all but a stranger to Louis. Eric was only 20, but he'd been wounded in 'Nam and looked forward to a life of chronic back pain as a result. That's why he'd so readily agreed to take the floor and let Louis have the couch; a hard surface was better for his back. Unfortunately, the tiny apartment's living room provided little floor space and Eric wound up stretching out only a couple of feet from Louis. Now I can't even jerk off, Louis thought as his balls throbbed. He turned his head and gazed at Eric. His eyes were closed, though his breathing gave evidence to the fact that he wasn't asleep yet. Eric was a good six inches shorter than Louis, standing only about 5'6", with wispy, short light blonde hair and pale skin. He had a round, angelic face and a thin frame that made him appear more 18 than 20.
Louis closed his eyes in an effort to relax, hoping that this would ease his raging case of blue balls. It didn't. He was so fucking horny he couldn't stand it. There was no way he was getting through this night without some sort of a release. He opened his eyes again and checked on Eric. The younger man's breathing was more regular now. He must be at least half-asleep by now, Louis thought. If I just do this quietly, he'll never know.
(tale # 119) get full text ... Homecumming. Vietnam vet is given a warm welcome home.
I Live to Serve Him. The penalty for disappointing his Master.
I love my master's cock. In fact, I worship it, and him. I am in love with him. I will do anything to please him, including kneeling before him, showering his cock with my love.
He loves to have me suck his huge, beautiful uncut cock everyday. He always makes me take his sweet, salty semen on my face, in my asshole, or in my mouth. It is never wasted. In the time we have been together as Master/Husband and Slave/Mistress/Slut, I have taken gallons of his sperm into or onto my body. If I were a woman, he would have made me pregnant with his child dozens of times.
I am completely submissive with him, and he is more than just my Master. He is my lover and my protector. I live to serve and please him. If I do not please him fully, I am disciplined. If I am not behaving correctly, I am disciplined. I take care of his sexual needs and urges, and anything else he requires me to do.
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Hotel Rendezvous. He has first time with a man in hotel room.
Steve and I agreed that I would show up at the hotel room early and wait for him there. I found our room and looked around. It was kind of big with a nice large bed and a great view of the city. Steve had definitely gotten his money worth. I looked at my watch. Five o'clock. I had a full hour until he got there. I was nervous. It was the first time either of us would be doing this, and I didn't know what to expect. I decided I could use a shower.
The bathroom was large and had a gigantic shower stall. It looked as though you could fit six people in there. That might be fun, I thought.
The great thing about hotel showers is that they never run out of hot water. I let it pour over me for a long time, thinking about what was going to happen. My cock started stiffening. I lathered it up and began to stroke. No, I decided, better save it. I finished washing and dried off with one of the big fluffy towels. I put on one of the complimentary robes and looked around the bathroom. The hotel had supplied a shaving kit, complete with an electric razor. I could use a shave, I thought to myself.
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Hot Lunch. He came to pump out the septic tank.
(Author's note: This is not a true story, but it easily could have been if I'd been bolder. Here's how it might have gone if I had been…)
I live in what you might call a semi-suburban area. It is pretty well built up with various subdivisions, but it is unincorporated. That means we are beyond the reach of a city sewer system, so we have to depend on a septic tank to dispose of solid waste. These can be a real pain in the ass, especially when you have to dig up and replace 20 feet of crushed 6-inch PVC pipe from the house to the tank in the middle of a wet early winter day as I did about six years ago.
The thing about a septic tank is that every 6-7 years they fill up, and when they get full, you have to call a professional, who comes out with a big tank truck and sucks out all the accumulated shit. This happened at our house two summers ago. All of the toilets backed up; we had shitty water everywhere, and, well, you get the picture. So I called the necessary people, and the company said they would send a man out the next day.
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I Was A Teenage Cocksucker. A young man explores his sexuality.
It's hard being the only gay kid in a small high school. It was especially hard before my I went to college; I had just turned nineteen. I am actually bisexual, but to my classmates, being bisexual would have been as bad as being gay. Besides, I was much more interested in guys than girls before I met Alex. Being a sensitive, bookish lad, I naturally had a lot of trouble in gym class. I had successfully avoided gym my freshman year, but I had to take two semesters to graduate from the small liberal arts college I went to. I was not at all athletic, but my body was sleek and slim. I noticed the girls paying attention to the jocks, and the way the jocks showed off for the girls. What the jocks never noticed was how I would pay just as much attention to them as the girls did.
I have always known I was bi, but being from a small town, I never thought I would be able to explore my sexuality. I kept my identity a secret, but somehow my college gym coach knew my secret. I was dressing after gym one day, and the coach called me into his office. He closed the blinds and locked the door behind me. He was still in his gym shorts, but had taken off his shirt. His sweaty pecs rippled and I almost didn't notice him when he began speaking to me in a low voice. He put his hand on my shoulder. I suddenly snapped awake. He was speaking into my ear. "I know what you are."
I almost panicked. "How could he know?"
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