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Livestock

by Nathan Harvey


It was blistering hot that summer day and I was sitting on the porch of that rundown little farmhouse I felt like white trash. Sunday afternoons were the pits. I’d just graduated from their hick little high school and was glad to be done with those jerks. They were even happier to get rid of me, telling me I was the most disruptive student they ever had. Now I was eighteen and could get away from this hellhole. The courts had sent me to live with Ross Keller fifteen years ago after the car accident took my parents. He was my closest living relative and everyone told me it would be a lot better than becoming a ward of the state. I hated being forced to move to the country to live but when there is no money there are no options. Ross Keller was a big dumb Irish farmer who paid more attention to his livestock than he did to me. I never knew of, or got any form of love or affection from that man in the fifteen years I’d lived with him. He was unbelievable. He was a huge man, with wiry red hair and built like an ox. I guess you could call him handsome in a rugged sort of way and when he did have company over it usually was some hooker from town. Lying in my bed in the attic I could hear them going at it all night like farm animals. He never had a problem getting women to stay over. The way the women screamed and moaned for him to fuck them I knew that he must be hung like an animal. Once he had screwed one of them they never wanted to come back. He seemed to have one damn voracious appetite for fucking, but it was rumored his cock was so big that no women he ever screwed would let him touch her again. They called him the ‘Red Bull’. In my fifteen years of living with him he just barely put up with me. I was expected to do all the cooking and cleaning through my school years just to pay for my room and board. Ross was a strict man and thought everything or everyone had to pay its own way on his farm or he got rid of it. It was rumored he was rich, but looking at the way he lived that was hard to believe. Oh he kept me in clean jeans and paid my tuition, but that was all. I never was allowed to have friends over or he would never allow me to go anywhere. It was no big deal, I never had any friends. He though I should be glad he was keeping me there until I had my education and I could find a place to go work and live. I dreaded another long summer alone with Ross. Sitting there on the porch, I watched as Ross pull away for that afternoon for his usual Friday night of bowling drinking and whoring around. I supposed he would bring another whore home tonight to fuck and they would keep me awake all night with there screwing. As it got later it got cooler and I decided to go in and watch TV. Lying there the sofa, I went sound asleep. It was dark and late when I heard Steve pull up in our long gravel drive. I was surprised he was alone. That meant he would be horny and bitchy as hell tomorrow. When he came staggering in he that night, he was drunker than I’d ever seen him. Then I noticed the paper bag he was carrying. Slamming the door behind himself he ordered me to wash up for a real treat. Setting two bowls on the table, he filled them with some dumb damn Chinese food, telling it was his favorite. Looking at that cold mushy stuff, I muttered that he fed his livestock better than he did me. Coming over and grabbing up my dish, he slammed it to the floor telling me he loved his dumb animals, and at least they loved him back for all his work caring for them. If I was going to act like a mongrel bitch I might as well eat like one. Pushing me down on the floor, he told me to eat. When I tried to get up he put his boot on my back pushing me to the floor again now demanding I eat. He was livid and drunk and now I was really afraid of him, but I wouldn’t eat like a dog. Then getting up, he dug through one of the kitchen drawers and roaring with laughter pulled out an old pair of handcuffs and putting them on me, told me he was going to break my fucking ass. Then saying for being such an ungrateful bitch, he wanted some of the stuff he spent his good hard money on. Reaching down he ripped and tore my clothes, leaving me naked, telling me it was now time for me to learn about humility and service. He had decided it was time to teach me obedience for my own happiness--even if it killed me. Looking up at him, I was frightened when I saw that evil smile on his face. I knew better than say anything. Finally, I realized this was no game, that this was for real and I had finally stepped over that line he’d drawn for me. He was now treating me like a piece of his livestock. Now scared shitless, I began begging him for forgiveness and kept apologizing to him over and over. Laughing, he said I was the one that was acting like an ungrateful animal for the last fifteen years so now I was going to be treated like an animal. Then grabbing my hai,r he yanked drug and pulled and finally ended up carrying me to the barn. Throwing me down, I scrambled to my feet but he forced me into one of the open stalls. Throwing in some clean straw he drew up my arms and lashed my handcuffs with another rope and tied them off to a ring in the post in front of the stall. He left me there naked on my hands and knees, kneeling like a dog. With my cuffed wrists forcing my head down and my head resting on the ground I could see nothing. That was the last I saw of Ross until morning. It was impossible to sleep, and I knelt there wondering what he could be planning on doing to or with me. It must have been four o’clock when I heard Ross come in to tend the stock. That was his usual time to clean the stalls and feed the animals. Passing my stall, he looked in to see if I was awake and when I saw his feet, I begged him to untie me, telling him I had to shit. Chuckling he said, “Go on. Shit like the rest of the livestock. You think you’re any better than they are?” Kneeling there I disgraced myself and I began to cry in humiliation. Finally coming back into my stall, he began talking to me in those sweet soothing tones like he talked to all his animals. Patting my ass he promised he would take good care of me because I was the newest addition to his little family of livestock. As he cleaned the straw from my stall with a pitchfork taking the waste away, he began scattering handfuls of fresh sweet hay telling me he would keep my stall nice and clean for me. I kept pleading with him telling him I was a man not some dirty livestock. Ignoring anything I was saying as he worked between my legs spreading the hay, he said I had a great looking ass. I looked like I would be a real good fuck and he was horny as hell today. Moving quickly over to the bucket hanging above me, he reached in slopping some lardy looking junk on his hand then on my ass pushing a glob of it up my ass. Begging him for mercy, I knew what he was going to do. Then I felt placing his cock to my ass with great care and easing it into me just a touch. He positioned himself. Then he gave a great lunge, shoving that giant ramrod of a cock of his up my ass and I screamed in pain at the top of my lungs. Over my screams, he told me to grin and bare it because there was no one to hear me. He wasn’t a bit gentle, saying only that a man had to be rough to break in any wild animal, but once you’d stretched them open, they were a great fuck. He’d watched his ponies do to the bitches all the time. Still screaming from the pain and trying to kick with my hands, all I could do was beg him to stop. He was hot and intent on getting his fuck and he warned me if I didn’t settle down he would put a bit and harness on me and take me over to the pony stall and let Trigger fuck me. Afraid of him letting some Pony screw my ass, I kept still while he kept pumping and pushing his cock into me, until finally he had worked that huge rod of his all the way into me. When he began screwing my ass, it felt like he’d ripped me in two. He kept working my ass until finally around lunchtime, he said he was hungry and would be back later. Pulling his still hard cock out he said he would be back to feed me later and if I were a good boy, he’d fuck me again. I just knelt there feeling his cum dripping out of my ass and all I could do was cry. I was lost, no one knew or cared who or were I was. He could keep me like this and it would be like I never existed. I managed to lie down for a while and take the strain off of my elbows and knees. Lying in the straw inhaling the scent of the animals in the barn, I began thinking back of how he raped me like a bull taking a cow. Shamefully, I began getting excited and hard again. Then I slowly began to realize that when he was screwing me towards the end of it I’d begun to love the way his cock felt up my ass. Ross was standing there now having fits of laughter as he watched me lying there on my back naked with this giant hard on. “Lookie there, my new bitch likes getting fucked!”. Setting my food pail down, he asked if I was ready for another fuck. This time I knew what it was all about and I really wanted him to screw me again. Scampering up out of the straw to my knees, I raised my ass up and spreading my legs ready for him. Turning to look at him I told him, “Yes, I want you to fuck me again.” This time as he approached me and patted me on the ass, he was calling me his good little bitch. Coming up to in front of me with that giant cock of his swelling and beginning to ooze, he told me to take a good look at what he was going to ram up my ass. Saying this softly while I got hot and ready, he wanted to break in his new little bitch boy right. He’d lubed his cock well and he slid right in my ass this time. Then I began to whimper and cry as that big cock of his began stretching my ass wide open. Slapping me on the back of my head, he demanded I keep my mouth shut and take it like a good little bitch with some kind of breeding. He stayed there planted deep up my ass for the longest time, then suddenly feeling my ass surrender to him and expand making room for his cock, he began pumping me like a wild man. When he came he held me my hips tightly and I could feel my insides filling with his cum. As I relaxed and pushed back on his cock working him in further, that seemed to please him. He knew then he’d broken me and now he had me so hot I just wanted more. Begging him to fuck me again, he came telling me not to be so greedy, and holding his cum drenched cock in my face he offered it to me to suck. Now so hot and ready, I opened my mouth wide letting him slip that mammoth tool into my mouth. I suckled on it like a calf suckling his mother and he loved it cooing telling me what a good boy I was and pumping deeper into my mouth, he kept holding my head pushing until he’d finally managed to force himself deep into my throat. Getting were he wanted to be, he began raping my mouth sinking deeper with each thrust until I was taking every thing he had right down to those huge balls of his. Shooting his load deep inside me as he pulled out of me, he said he was quite proud of how fast I was learning. We fell into quite a routine after that. Ross still kept me chained in the stall, but now he screwed at least twice a day now and every night when he came out to put my blanket around me. Ross Keller had the sex drive and the stamina of a bull. In a matter of weeks I had really become his bitch. I was in ecstasy when he screwed me, and when I was in my stall I hungered for his body. Without him I felt uncompleted. By the end of the summer I’d completely accepted the fact that I was now only his livestock and one of his possessions. After being naked and chained in the stall for months, I no longer missed wearing clothing. I felt it most natural staying in my stall eating from a feed bucket and sleeping on straw. Whenever I needed to relieve myself I did like all the other animals. I lived like all of the live stock and accepted it as normal. I loved it when Ross cleaned my stall every morning, removing my wastes and putting fresh straw down for me. He always treated me with loving tender care and I loved him for it. I was now free to move around my stall, as he no longer kept me handcuffed. When he would take me out for my run. I knew if I was well behaved he would fuck me after the exercise and knowing that always made me excited. This was the most love and attention I’d ever known. He had let my hair and beard grow and now it was about halfway down my back. One of the things I loved was when he groomed me. He told me I had a beautiful mane of blond curly hair, and sometimes he even braided it for me. One day in late fall he said he wanted to give me the chance of leaving him and being free to find a job in the city, saying he would not keep me against my will. I now thought of Ross as my owner never my Guardian. I would never dream of leaving my stall unless Ross would put a leash on me and take me out like any of the rest of the livestock. Dropping to my knees kissing his feet, I begged him to keep me, telling him my body was his forever however he wanted to use me. Patting me on the ass telling me if that was how I wanted it from now on I belonged here just like the rest if his livestock. Now that I had willingly pledged myself to him, he felt like he owned me. Ross had big plans for me. He had even put in a new stall in the barn for me telling me I was one of his prize animals. Proudly he pulled out the little vinyl padded bench he’d made and had me lay on it, then reaching down showed me how to put my feet into the stirrups so that ass was spread wide for his pleasure. He had even raised the front of the bench and padded it to elevate my mouth so he could screw my mouth comfortably. I was so proud of what he’d done for me, I stretched out on the bench were I could service him like good bitch. He was pleased with my enthusiasm and to show his appreciation he mounted me and screwed me. His rough coveralls raked over my body scratching and digging into me and I rejoiced from his attentions. He always seemed to know how to please and excite me. When he was done, I would muzzle his crotch and if I were lucky he would let me suck him off. Our summer had passed quickly then we were through the fall. It was branding time for all the new livestock. Leading me to the coral with the other ponies, he told me he wanted to brand me like the rest of his stock. Bowing my head I kneeled turning my ass to the fire submitting my body to him. Gritting my teeth I told him I wanted to wear his brand on my body. As he picked up the glowing iron he gave me a stick to bit down on for the pain, and as the brand burned into my ass, my one great joy was knowing now I truly belonged to him, I was finally his property. Ross seemed content now to stay on the farm now and attend his live stock and cultivate his farm. I was pleased and proud that my service pleased and satisfied his sexual needs. This was my only reason to exist. Then one cold fall day we heard a commotion out on the driveway. It was just a matter of time before some of his old cronies from town took up the notion to look him up to see why he’d stopped coming to town. He was tending my stall when we heard the car in the driveway and someone honking hooting and hollering. Leaving me tethered there, he told me he would be back at suppertime to feed me he went up to greet his friends. It sounded like the old Ross was going out partying for the night. Now hungry for my master’s cock and thinking of him leaving me, I lay down in the straw and cried. I must have lay there for hours when suddenly the barn lights were ablaze. Jumping up I turned to see this bunch of horny men standing staring at me. Stepping into my stall, he lead me forward by my collar telling them this beast was his pride and joy, the best of his livestock. Embarrassed at his praise, he said he would show them how well I preformed. Telling them to strip and I would give them the fuck of their lives. Ross moved into my stall and pulling my padded little bench to the center told me to straddle it and assume the position. Once I was on it with my feet in the stirrups my ass was then elevated at just the right height and angle for there comfort. Ross then hung a pail on the gate of the stall he told the boys to fuck their hearts out, but the stud fee was twenty-five bucks a fuck. As each of them stepped forward and satisfied himself, Ross would tell them to go to the other end and do it again. The old guys were in ecstasy and each of them shot into my mouth they would pat me on the head telling Ross I was really prime stock asking if I was for sale. That night I slept secure knowing I’d pleased my owner. Now that his buddies had started coming for cards every Friday, Ross always remembered to put that clean bucket out reminding them there stud fees were still twenty-five dollars a fuck. Then pulling my bench into the stall I would straddle it waiting to service my masters guests. One after noon we were startled by the sound of a horn. It was the local sheriff and Ross went out to meet him. I could see them through the open door standing and talking for quit a while. Then they started moving toward the barn. Then I heard the sheriff asking if that kid that had been living with him had left any kind of address when he left the area. Some people in town had wondered what ever happened to that smart-ass kid that lived with you. As he stepped through the door he brought him to my stall, telling him he had nothing in the barn but livestock. As I turned I could see him looking at my hard cock as well as my beautifully braided hair. Then he noticed the Ross brand on my ass. The only thing that came out of his lips was “What the hell is that.” Laughing Ross said that I was a special kind of livestock developed only to provide men pleasure. Then the sheriff asked why I had the hard on. Chuckling, Ross said I was always hard like that it was something in his breeding that caused it that I was hot to fuck all the time. Even when I slept I craved sex, I was something like a nymphomaniac. Turning to the sheriff, he told that if he wanted to try me out, he was sure welcome to get the most outstanding fuck of his live. Walking toward me I smiled at him, and lying down on my bench drew my self into a ready position making my ass available. Then I heard him fumbling with his gun belt and then the sound of clothing being tossed over the stall railing. Ross piped up telling him he didn’t need to grease or anything like that, because his bitch knew how to expand his ass to take a cock and close down on it making for a tight running fuck. Then I felt this long hard cock sliding up my ass and he was off and running. The more he fucked the hotter he got and he spent most of that afternoon hooting and hollering like a kid as he rode my ass. When he was finally finished, Ross told him to go around for my finishing touch. As he moved toward me, I opened my mouth taking his moist cum covered cock into my mouth cleaning him off. As my lips pulled and sucked on his soft cock, he began to swell getting hard again and he was off again fucking the shit out of my mouth. This time he had my ears pumping me full of his meat cooing in ecstasy as he slid deeper and deeper into me until finally he had my face pushed into his crotch hair and was again pumping me full of cum. As he dressed, he told Ross it was a shame that ungrateful Sammy kid left without leaving an address. Then admiring my ass, he told him he would love for the boys at the station to try out his new livestock. Ross piped up, “…for our boys in uniform, it’s always free.!” When I heard the sheriff’s car drive off, I was content I had found my place in the world. And as Ross said, everything on the farm had to earn its keep. I was doing well even earning my keep--as well as providing my master’s pleasures.


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85 Gay Erotic Stories from Nathan Harvey

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Gladiator, Part 4

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Master

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Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. New World Five By Nathan Harvey I was setting at the table listing to my breeders telling me about the old world of earth. They talked about things like trees, lakes, and sunsets that had once existed

On Probation

Warning: this is work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you’re not eighteen or this turns you off, don't read it. On Probation By Nathan Harvey I’d been working at the DownTowner now every since I was of age. There weren’t many places in town that would hire a high school dropout on probation,

Persuasion

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if your are under eighteen or if this turns you off, don't read it. Persuasion By Nathan Harvey Sitting next to Bobby in the car it was hard to believe how much my life had changed since he’d come into my life. For three years High school

Pet

It was late when my bus finally pulled into South Bend. We had engine trouble and had been delayed for hours somewhere in Tennessee. Now, we were pulling into South Bend hours late. I had all the stuff I owned stuffed in one ratty little suitcase I’d gotten from Goodwill. I knew I had to find a place to stay tonight but it was just two late to find anything and I was almost broke.

Pretty Daddies

It was a hot day and I was sitting on the front steps watching Kelly playing with his kids. The only thing I hated about these houses was there were no front porches. There was no polite way to watch your neighbors without appearing to be nosey. I like the porches that I grew up in with. It was a wide sweeping space stretching across the front of the houses and had that neat

Reporting For Duty Sir!

I was almost finished with my four-year tour of duty in the Air Force. I was glad to get out because I wanted to go to college and start a new life. Service had been good to me. I’d see a good part of the country and loved when I was stationed in Orlando, but that was now coming to an end. I hated the restrictions and lack of personal freedom. I really never liked being ordered

Rocco

Warning: this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex featuring consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. Disclaimer: This is fiction; the characters are not depictions of any real persons, living or dead. What you make of this story is entirely your own perception. Rocco By Nathan Harvey Rocco had been our building super for as

Service Boy

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Service Boy By Nathan Harvey Professor Robert Cassias Carlyle ran a tight ship when

Service Boy, Part 1

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Service Boy By Nathan Harvey Professor Robert Cassias Carlyle ran a tight ship when

Service Boy, Part 2

As the black cop’s patrol car pulled out on the highway I pulled out behind him. I had no idea where I was, what day it was or even what month it was. All I knew was I was following this beautiful black cop and I would go anywhere to have that cock of his inside me. Seeing his directionals signaling a turn, I began slowing. We were then traveling down this service road and he then

Shower Buddies

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Shower Buddies By Nathan Harvey All through High School the only class I dreaded was gym. At first it was because I was so bad in sports that nobody wanted me on

Sissy Boy

It was a bummer sitting in Spanish Class looking at Miss Silvers droning on in that dull hypnotic voice, “ Me Casa Es Su Casa.” I was trying do finish a drawing when I looked up and she was standing there watching me. In a shrill voice she warned me I was going to fail her Spanish class if I didn’t shape up real fast. Damn I though, I needed at least one year of a language to get

Slave Boy

It was hard to believe my mother was getting remarried. I hated the idea of living out in the country with none of my old friends being around to hang with, and worst of all was the guy she was marrying had a son that was about a year older than me. They both seemed nice enough and I liked Jason, my new stepfather, but I just didn't trust his son Joshua. Mother and I moved

Sons Of Eros

What is it that they say, you can never go home again? It seemed strange being back in Elkhart. After ten years it was hard to even recognize it as my hometown. The Malls were the new downtown; everywhere in the country and Elkhart was no exception. All the elegant stores I’d remembered along Main St. were now gone and the street had become nothing but cheap bars and empty

Stud Farm

I would remember June 23, 2000 now as more than my birthday. It was my day of liberation. ‘I’ Jeffery Lancer was free at last. That was the new name I’d chosen when I decided to start out on my new life. I wanted to leave all the memories of my past or anyone that knew me behind. All I was leaving was nineteen years of abuse with foster parents and being shuttled from home to home.

Tennessee Justice System

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. Tennessee Justice System By Nathan Harvey As far back as people can remember they were saying little Gary Saven was headed for trouble. Now in a town of less than three hundred, everyone knew me; they

Terminal Man

I had been planning for weeks on hitching a ride to South Bend to look for work. I had all my stuff crammed into one of those old marine duffel bags and I was anxious to start a new life somewhere. Peru was a small town and their just wasn’t many jobs there for a nineteen year that had just graduated from High School. Most of my classmates were either farm boys or going to college

The Apprentice, Part 1

We had just two days until our graduation from Center High and we decided to do a little celebrating early. Kyle’s parents were going out of town, so he said he could get wheels for our party. So Friday night he snuck his father’s big Buick out of their garage and picked us up. We were off then to cross over the state line into Michigan where I knew we could get booze at the Last Chance Liquor

The Apprentice, Part 2: Conclusion

It was just a short walk from downtown to my father’s house, just five miles and lifting my duffel on my shoulder I decided to jog. After that long bus ride I needed to flex my stiff muscles and get some blood moving. It was when I approached the house I had lived in so many years that it now seemed so dark and lonely. Climbing the stairs and unlocking the door, I was again struck at how silent

The Big One

It was a slow night at the bar. I knew most of the people there-- hell I'd been fucked by most of the studs that were in the room. I'd been coming here ever since High School when I realized I was gay. I'd become a regular here even before I could order a drink. Back then Walter, the bartender, knew how old I was but pretended I was legal. He liked having me around to suck him

The Choosing

Warning: this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex, featuring consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. Disclaimer: This is fiction; the characters are not depictions of any real persons, living or dead. What you make of this story is entirely your own perception. The Choosing By Nathan Harvey I just managed to make it in

The Faternity

I had never admitted even to myself that I was gay but I decided that on my eighteenth birthday I wanted to get a job, find my own place and find out about life. When applying for my first job I was interview by the owner of the firm I was ready to admit I like men. When I first laid eyes on David I was ready to admit that I would do anything to be with that man. He was tall,

The Final Step

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if this turns you off, don't read it. The Final Step By Nathan Harvey All my life I had heard my father talk about how the niggers were ruining the country and they all should be put on a leaky ship and sent back to African. If it wasn’t the

The Foreman

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Foreman By Nathan Harvey Maxwell Construction Company was building this new

The Game

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Game By Nathan Harvey We had heard all the jokes about twins all our lives and

The Game, Conculsion

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Game, The Conclusion By Nathan Harvey All the way back to South Bend Harvey and

The Game, Part 2

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Game Part 2 Harry and Harvey Even though we had moved on, we kept in touch

The Game, Part 3

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Game, Part 3 By Nathan Harvey Harvey and I hadn’t been this excited about

The Game, Part 4

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Game, Part 4 By Nathan Harvey The party had been our final device to pull Kyle so

The Isle of Mann

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Isle of Mann. By Nathan Harvey The bar was practically empty and I’d given up

The Major

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Major By Nathan Harvey His name was Michael Lansing, but everyone at Cal

The Mall Rat

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Mall Rat By Nathan Harvey All my life I have been hung up on clothes. I had stacks of

The Orgy

Warning: this is a fiction, this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if your are under eighteen or if this subject matter offends you, don't read it. The Orgy By Nathan Harvey This was my last year in college and I wanted this spring vacation to be special. I had had asked my dad if I could go with the guys in my

The Pony Ranch

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Pony Ranch By Nathan Harvey Dallas had been plagued with street kids, run away

The Preacher's Son

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Preacher’s Son By Nathan Harvey Bobby Adams and I had been friends ever since our

The Secretary, Part 1

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Secretary, Part 1 By Nathan Harvey It was when I started High School that I began

The Secretary, Part 2

The Secretary, Part 2 By Nathan Harvey The work that day was especially grueling, but it kept my mind off of what I had to do. I knew it was going to be a very profitable day for the salvage end of our business. It seemed like everyone was house cleaning for winter. It was almost dark by the time we had finished unloading and separating the salvageable material and scrap from the

The Secretary, Part 3

Showing up at the unemployment agency, I took one of the number took a seat and waited. Sitting there watching as each person stood when their number was called and made their way to some interviewer’s desk. As the minutes turned to hours, I began getting despondent. Then my number was finally called and I made my way over to a tired looking lady with the long black hair. Smiling

The Super

When I woke this morning it was with a feeling of despair. I’d been primed for weeks to go on vacation and I was looking forward to getting a lot of hot sex. Now for the next two week I was going to be broke and stuck in my apartment. Some vacation this was turning out to be. It was bad enough to have my car getting a new engine in the garage, but it was costing me two thousand

The Tutor

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Tutor By Nathan Harvey I know how I got roped into tutoring Mattie Morrison.

The Wild Card In The Deck

We had just gotten back from our family reunion and mother was telling every one how wonderful Walter was about looking out for his little brother. She kept telling people it was because she and her husband of thirty years had made sure that Walter had a hand in caring for me; he had even been the one to suggest Levi for my name. Damn, I hated it when she talked about us like we

The Wish

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. The Wish By Nathan Harvey It was a cold rainy night as I trudged through the streets

Thief

God, how I hated the winter. We were having one of those Lake effect snowstorms and it looked like I was going to be trapped in my cottage for the entire weekend. People had told me that living at Beverly Shores in the winter had its drawbacks. Most of the cottages, if you could call fourteen room homes cottages, were now deserted. I had found this little lot and with the help of

Tom, Dick And Harry

It all started back in Chicago when three of us sat around a little table on our afternoon coffee break. We had been bitching for months about wanting to do something different for our vacation this coming year. Then Harry brought up the idea of these package deals for seeing Europe, and we decided to look into it. After calling around to get a few prices, we decided that the three

Trucker Man

It had been a dumb thing to do telling Jerry I was going to stay later at the beach and to let them leave without me. We had just planned to be gone for the day but it was so nice, I wanted to spend the weekend. Jerry said he had to be back to be in a wedding so I loaded my extra beach crap into his van and told them I would just hitch a ride back Monday morning. I wanted to

Trucker Man's Service Boy

By Nathan Harvey This is a work of fiction meant to be read for pleasure only. There is no way to say it other than I am a whore---I am here at this truck stop just outside of Chicago. My duties are to let any and all truckers who want to be serviced use me any and all ways. There is nothing I won’t do to give a trucker sexual pleasure. I am well versed in getting fucked, sucking

Varsity Queer

I'd never admitted to myself that I was gay but in my senior year of high school it was decided for me in a big way. You must remember that in the fifties it was a whole different world for gay people. We didn't have AIDS but we had a lot of social stigma attached to being gay. It simply wasn't a wise thing to let people know that you liked looking at men's cocks let alone that

White Boy For Sale

Warning: this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex. if this turns you off, don't read it. This is a work of fiction and the characters and events never happened. It wasn’t as if I was running away, I was eighteen and just released from of Juvey hall. They had been damn well glad to get rid of me calling me nothing but a troublemaker. Now at eighteen I was on my own.

Wild In The Woods

It was one of those wonderful summers when the weather was like something out of the Garden of Eden. After painting in my studio all winter I wanted to go into the woods and do forest landscapes. I'd always done portraits and cityscapes and made good money from them, now I felt it was time to try painting from nature. We have a deep woodlands close by so I decided to camp out and

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