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Trucker Man

by Nathan Harvey


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 stay over the weekend and have a little fun on the boardwalk. It was going great, I loved taking the rides and clowning around like a kid and for once I chowed down on all the terrible stuff like hot dogs, and pizza and malteds. It was like being a kid again. Perhaps too much so. About halfway through the day I discovered my wallet missing. I wasn’t sure were I could have lost it, whether it was on one of those crazy rides or at the beach. When I checked in at the security station looking for it, the policeman said they had my wallet, but whoever turned it in said there had been no money in it. Well at least I had my driver’s license and credit cards. By now the fun had gone out of my weekend and I decided to hitch back to Elkhart straight away. Walking the short distance from the boardwalk to the main drag. I had no problem hitching a ride through town. Getting out on the main highway, I though I would be home in a matter of a couple of hours. No problem I thought with U.S. twenty running right past the Toll road. I could get some guy to stop and give me a ride. That was my second big mistake. My first mistake had been in starting out for home so late. I stood there for a couple of hours watching the cars whiz by and no one even slowed down. I began walking along the side of the road hoping to catch a ride figuring I would come across someplace to get something to eat. It had been years since I’d hitched hiked that road and it was now a different world. There were no longer little sandwich shops and filling stations along the road. I guess the toll road had closed everything like down when they took all the traffic off highway twenty. I was really beginning to feel despondent. I was sitting by a stop sign at a well-illuminated intersection hoping someone would see me and take pity on me. I figured if they could see me they might think it was OK to give me a lift. It just kept getting later and around midnight not even trucks were going by. Then this one big rig came lumbering to a stop and I knew I was in luck. The driver could have made the light but began stopping instead. Picking up my rucksack I ran to the drivers side of the cab. The trucker had rolled his window down and this big tattooed arm was hanging out. Spitting, then smiling he asked if I wanted to give him a thrill. At that hour, and with it getting colder, I said sure if he was going my way I’d go his. Then telling him I was headed for Elkhart, I was thankful when he said, “ Sure enough little boy, I’m going right through there and then on through to the industrial park to Port Clinton, Ohio. Get your cute little ass in here, but you’ll half to crawl over me, the passenger door is broken.” As his door swung open I climbed up on the running board then began to crawl in over him. He reached over and grabbed my ass feeling me up real well as I crawled over him. Then, as he patted me he said, “You’re a damn good-looking kid with a good ass. I think we’re going to get on real well”. Seated now, close to him in the lighted cab, I leaned over to look at his chest. He was sitting there with his shirt open and had his strange tattoos exposed. Looking at me began laughing, saying, “Check ‘em out kid and try ‘em!”. On his right nipple was a tattoo of a little tap with the words “nectar” over it and on the left nipple was the same tap and the words “honey”. Then pulling his fatigue pants open, he exposed his giant dormant cock and telling me to read the inscription over his meat. Bending low nearly putting my face on his cock, I read the lettered words “whipped cream dispenser”. Still chuckling he continued, “On that tap to get anything out of I,t you need to churn it a little to whip the cream!” Leaning back and chewing on his cigar he seemed to want to talk, prompting me to ask him anything, telling me I could call him Sarge. Looking directly at him, I told him my name was Michael. By now the cab interior was dark and he had pulled off his sunglasses and fatigue cap. What I saw now sitting beside me was one hell of a good looking half-naked rough cut stud. “Mean looking” could describe him very well. Hardly glancing over in my direction, I heard his gravelly voice saying, “Go ahead kid, taste the nectar boy”, and pulling me over to him he pushed my face to his chest, pushing my lips to his nipple Getting excited, I began to suck on him and as I ran my tongue gently down and around his nipple. All he said was, “Harder bitch,” then I began to chew savagely on it. That seemed to please him, then pulling me over to the honey tit, I began chewing again. As we rumbled down the road that massive truck was vibrating our bodies in a soothing sexual way making every action of mine on his nipples even more sensual. Pulling me off of his tits, he said it was time to whip some cream. Bending down and pulling his pants even further down almost to his ankles, I began to massage his huge cock. Then slipping my hands around his balls, his huge cock now primed and glistening sprang up eager for service. ‘ Taking his cocks head in my mouth and slipping slowly that hot hard cylinder, I kept tasting and sucking him as I worked my way down until I could feel that coarse fur of his crotch on my lips and smell that pungent sent of a man in heat. It was a real trip, moving up and down that shaft with the vibrations of the truck making the sensation of blowing him even more thrilling for both of us. I worked that shaft like a fiend, wanting to milk him for all he was worth. Suddenly, his hand was on the back of my neck forcing me down until his balls stopped my lips. Gasping, I could feel the hot sticky fluid shooting into my throat. As he released my head, I stayed deep sucking and slurping everything I could milk from him. “Hot damn” he yelled, “is your ass as good as your mouth?” Straightening up, he told me to reach in back for something to go with my desert. Pulling out a shoebox box filled with sandwiches and a bottle of whiskey, he reached over and took one of the sandwiches and began to chew on it. When I offered him whiskey he said, “Never when I’m driving! That’s strictly fucking whiskey to loosen up your ass, go ahead and drink it up, I want you loose and juicy”. As the massive truck slid through he night cutting our path through the now foggy night, he began telling me about his service and how he came to like a good tight ass boys. It seems that he was one of the young kids that went to Korea why back in 1952. It was now the forgotten war, but he said then so many of the men were always scared and wet. They were afraid for their, lives. He found this one beautiful boy one night in his foxhole and he was so scared that when the shelling would start he would cling to him for safety and security. They became close and after they stayed together long enough in their stinking little foxhole, they bonded. He went on to say that Billy his little lover had one sweet ass. He had first put out when he was lying there wet and shivering from the cold. He said when he held him close and put his poncho over him to keep him dry, he began slipping his wet uniform off of him. When he rolled over him to get to reach for some dry stuff it kinda just happened. He was hard and hot and before he knew it he was in his ass and the boy was responding. Then he said, when he I pulled out of him he held him tight and began hugging him. After that he said they tried to stay together. The boy continued offering his ass and serviced me in all ways in return for my protecting and comforting him. No one ever said anything in those days because no one really cared. Lots of the boys traded favors--even thought they had wives and sweethearts at home. Sarge call it a war romance but said he loved that boy’s ass. He said some nights that the boy would suck his tits saying they were honey and nectar. Then and make me promise to let him suckle any time he wanted. Then fooling around he always said he would whip my cream for me. Then looking at me he laughed and said, “Me that butch bastard of a master Sargent was falling in love with a kid, and after we really had this wild night of love that--that terrible day happed. He went out on patrol one night and never came back. I could never find out what happened, but he was clutching my picture. I did learn his wife wanted to write to anyone that could tell her about her husband. I wrote her a long letter, telling her he always was a good “boy” and would always be missed and that he had love in his heart.” Sarge said it was when he was rotated and one night on leave that he got good and drunk, he had his tatoo artwork done in memory of Billy his little lover boy.” Now Sarge seemed despondent, so reaching down, I began feeling him up saying I wanted to whip some more cream. As I slid down that shaft, I wondered what it would feel like to have something like that shoved up my ass. As we jostled along, I knew when he dropped me off I would never know how that man would feel. For now, I would be content to feed my “hots” with his cock. We were speeding around South Bend now on the bypass and barreling down the road towards home when he ask me if I wanted to pull over at a truck stop for some real whipped cream. He felt like making my ass a cream puff. We began slowing a few miles down the road and he pulled into a well-lighted dinner type place with a few trucks parked in the lot. The chubby little man at the counter greeted Sarge like an old friend, and waived him on to the back rooms. Leading me to the back telling me to strip as we entered the back room and pointing to the showers, he said we would clean up before we ‘rested”. I was surprised that there was even a shower and cots set up for truckers, but following his lead I stripped. After stripping, he jumped into the shower and lathering up and he looked like something out of an action porno flick. With his hard wiry body, tattoos and hard cock he was exciting--and I was hot. He’d brought in the whiskey and tilting it up to my lips I took a couple big gulps. As we showered and he rubbed my body, he continued to feed me the booze. Our soapy bodes rubbed against each other and finally he was ready and hot. He turned me bending me over entering me with that hard soapy tool. A little dizzy from the booze but more than willing, I let him take me. I began experiencing a hard hot pain, telling him he was too big, but pulling my hips tight to his cock forcing everything he had into me. He held me until my body accepted him and I began to beg him for more. Then he began, he pumped, pushed and screwed until I though I would never walk again. Finally having shot his wad, we toweled each other off and lay there naked on one of the cots for a while just resting. Then before I could protest, he was on me again, but this time as he humped me I began pushing and twisting back--hungry for him. We were in heat and screwing like animals when a couple of truckers came in, then chuckling told us not to let them disturb us. They pealed and began their showers while watching us and chuckling. Their only other comments were, “Did they stand a chance to ride the bull?” Sarge growled back, “Go fuck yourselves!” We lay together with his cock rammed up my ass until I could feel him harden again and he was off and running. Finally, he said it was time to get out of there. So we dressed and he said we would have time for coffee before we hit the road again. As we passed the two truckers they were all over each other fucking up a storm. Smiling, Sarge patted the big one on the ass saying, “…he was really a hunk, maybe next time.” Crawling into the cab again, I had to chuckle when I crawled over him and he began fondling my ass. Pulling out of the station, he glanced over again and told me to get my self together we would be pulling into Elkhart, then adding if I really wanted to be a sport, I could ride up to Port Clinton and come back with him. He could have me home by Monday morning. Then adding a comment he said he might even be tempted to suck on my lollypop awhile. As we pulled up to the city limits of Elkhart, I began unzipping him and pulling his pants down. Sliding down on his meat saying only that I was too busy to get out right now, perhaps on the way back I would have the time. Right now I had some cream to whip. I sucked and licked and played with my Sarge for the better part of the next two hours and I was deep on him sucking when I felt the truck slowing. Pulling off to a rest station, he said it was time for a little nap. He said one great thing about Ohio was that they took damn good care of their truckers. This rest stop was just a few miles down from the loading aria of the industrial park. Looking out of the window I could see we even had out houses. Very nice, and as he pulled back the curtains of the cab, he told me to strip and crawl in and minutes later he joined me. I lay there naked and waiting and in seconds I could feel his hard body sliding in next to me. As he scooted in he positioned himself on his back spreading his legs around my upper body. Then telling me to lift his legs he presented me his ass. Fidgeting around he placed his feet into two stirrups and he was suspended and poised for my pleasure. Crawling slowly up his body I began penetration and with ease I slid into that hard firm butt. It was like nothing I’d ever had before, he was hot, with his body pulsing and pulling my cock pulling me deeper into his body. As I slammed into that burning pit of pleasure, his body advanced then swung back to me like a pendulum until my mind went blank and kept slamming into him again and again. I had gone over the edge and turned into a fucking machine, and as I became even more excited I reached up and began twisting and clawing at his chest and nipples. I had no memory of how long I fucked or how many times I came but finally in exhaustion I collapsed. Letting my face slide down his body I began sucking him, and when he came, I licked and cleaned him then traveled to his hot sticky ass. Still hot and wanting him, I began to wildly eating him out. Sarge had taken me were I’d never gone, giving me the finest gift a man could give another, His love and passion. I watched as the men loaded the truck and we again were on the road. It was hard to believe that after last night I could feel so passionate about this man. All the way back I attended him and finally as we pulled into Elkhart. He said he would be passing through again and would I like to ride with him again. Clutching him and giving him a hard kiss, ,I then scrawled my name and number on a card telling him I would always go with him. Then slowing and stopping the rig he reached over opened my door winked and kissed me.


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85 Gay Erotic Stories from Nathan Harvey

A Man And His Dog

It was a hot day that summer and I was sitting on the porch of our little two-story house that Sunday afternoon wondering what I was going to do this summer vacation. I was glad now I was eighteen and would be able to move out after graduation. Since mother had married Steve Keller and moved to the country to live with him she paid little attention to me. I told her I couldn’t wait

Adam

Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you are not eighteen or if this turns you off, don't read it. Adam By Nathan Harvey I had always known dad had another child from some woman he knocked up in college, but nothing more was ever said about it. It was after my eighteenth

Adonis

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. Adonis By Nathan Harvey I’d made my home in Chicago now for over a year and I loved

Black Daddy

It was a hot day that summer and sitting on the porch of our little farm house I was glad that graduation was over and done with. I'd decided that now that I was nineteen I was going to move away from this place. It was one thing when mother hired that black stud from jig town to do the farm work. It was something else again when she started letting him shower and clean up in

Born to Serve Man

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. Born to Serve Man By Nathan Harvey Growing up and

Buddies

  Steve and I had been buddies since we were little boys in grade school. We'd gotten into trouble together and done all the kid things boys do. We'd learned to smoke together and when we would sleepover we'd sack-out naked, beating off and talking about sex-- all best buddies talk. As we got older we got split up and ended up

Bull

It was against my better judgment coming back to Peru, Indiana for our Class reunion, but we were here. The dance music droned on as a group of us sat at the table, talking about the “The Old Days” when we all led that enchanted life of high school students. It was strange how each one of them remembered there being the most popular person in school. Well if that’s how

Caught in the Act

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. Barry and I were setting in the Leathers bar wondering why we bothered to waste our time here night after night. It was always the same dismal scene. Everyone would sit around on Friday night posing and primping and making

Champion

We'd just returned from helping Jason, my brother, move into his new apartment. Mother was telling every one that would listen to her how wonderful Jason was, and how close he and his little brother were. She kept telling people it was because that Jason had a hand in caring for his little brother. Jason had even been the one to suggest Mark for my name. Damn, I hated it when she

Chico's Boy

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. Chico’s Boy By Nathan Harvey As we pointed our old clunker south, I was excited about starting my new life. Looking over that that handsome Mexican stud, he was everything

Destiny's Child

As a child growing up I never really gave any thought how different I was from the other guys. I played all the same games that they did, swam bare ass with them and smoked my first cigarettes with them in back of our garage. Sometimes in the summer we would all sit in a huddle talking about what we were going to be when we grew up. Then as we began getting older, we began comparing our cocks

Dr. Goodlove

Warning: this is work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if your are not eighteen or this turns you off, don't read it. Dr Goodlove By Nathan Harvey I had done it the hard way, me Morris Goodlove--kid from the wrong side of the tracks, I was graduating from UIC at the top of my class as a medical

Drifter

It had been over four years, almost five since Grandpa had been appointed as my legal guardian. He had to pull a lot of strings, because I was not really his grandson by blood. I’d been adopted by my parents and he and I weren’t really related. He had a lot of pull in our county, so he managed to get custody of me. It didn’t take me long for me to find out why he wanted me. From

El Rancho

The valley was surrounded by miles of dusty arid wasteland, making El Rancho an Eden in a wasteland. It was a handsome ranch with low buildings of white stucco and red tile roofs, nestled in this green valley with garden like pastures and walking trails. Casey Morrison had selected the perfect secluded spot for his Gay tourist ranch. He did no advertising and the only way past the

Executive Sweets

I'd gotten up late this morning and I had to rush to dress for work. I wanted to look especially nice today; I was being interview by personnel for a new promotion. The office grapevine had it that that the new position was an important service position to Mr. Sams the company president. I'd been with the company for five years and I'd done every thing to get ahead. I lived in

First Love

Ever since I was a small kid I’d spent all my free time in my bedroom on my computer. It had become the window to my world, my teacher in all things that I could never asked my parents about. I could go always go on line and find answers to anything I needed to know. My computer wasn’t like it was for me in High School, it never called me a nerd or a fag, it was my friend and

First Time

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. First time By Nathan Harvey Bobby Tyler and I had been buddies as far back as kindergarten and I think I was in love with him even then. I know they always say gay people are not born that way, but I

Friend, Lover, Master

It was a great day when I graduated collage. This would be an end of putting up with all the dumb hicks in this small town. This was the first day of my new life. Ever since I was a small kid I’d planed on ways of getting out of this dumpy little town of South Bend. It was a town of losers. I was tired of all the simpering religious fagots and easy women who pranced around in their

Full Circle

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 not eighteen or this turns you off, don't read it. Full Circle By Nathan Harvey I was Carlson Tennyson and I was a man to be reckoned with. I am in my early thirties and I was already richer than any man deserves to be. It was

Getting Religion

It was an unusually gray day for Rome, the rain was coming down in buckets as they say in America. Samuel Johnson and his Ward, Joshua had been in Rome just last year on a pleasure trip. Today they were just finishing their glasses of wine in a charming little ‘Restaurant’ on the Via Salaria. It was just a few steps from their hotel, The La Pergola. Unfortunately this trip to Rome

Gladiator, Part 1

The Gladiators was thought to be one of the most exclusive fraternities at school. In reality it was an off campus organization completely free from any school influence or domination. Gladiators were always the hunks that stood out on campus because of their beautiful bodies and high ranking scholastic standings. In class they were always the smart ones at the top of their game.

Gladiator, Part 2

I was on the steps waiting for him a little early but Eric was right on time and he picked me up. Slowing this silver Sebring convertible he waved me down to the street. As I climbed into his car he said he had the top down because he loved the fresh air evening air and asked if I minded. He said he loved that free feeling early fall in the air as he cruised the drive from school

Gladiator, Part 3

Holding his hand out to me he said the other pledges seemed to have already had theirs it was now my turn. As we moved through the doors of the ballroom and into this long hall we approached this handsome older man in a leather thong that had been standing guard. Turning then and leading us to this door at the end of the hall. Then reaching in front of us he opened the door for us

Gladiator, Part 4

I heard my name called then. I was ready now eager for the fight. Eric leaned over saying do you best and if you lose I will make you a good master. My fight seemed to go on forever. He had this bear hug on me and I thought then that I was done for. The oil had made our body's slick and we had a hard time holding on to each other. Quickly sliding down a little I managed to grab

Good Neighbor

Good Neighbor By Nathan Harvey This is a work of fiction meant to be read for pleasure only. The retirement party from work was over and now I am launched into those golden years that the young people talk about. However, and a big however I find that the myth of retirement quickly faded. Two little money and two much time is tarnishing that brass ring that retirement is all

Helot

We had been raised as brothers for years even though I was adopted when I was fourteen. Kelly never let me forget that I was different and that we weren’t blood relatives. It was after his mother died that Walter wanted a companion for Kelly. He had to pull a lot of strings to get me adopted, but he had money and power. He’d had always told Kelly that he’d adopted Christopher just

Houseboy

In the six months since I’d moved to Chicago, I hadn’t been able to find a job. I was at the end of my rope. Finally, I had to go to my landlord Mr. Clint to tell him after living there for only six months, I had to move. I knew I had a year’s lease, but I told him I was desperate, broke and I’d done everything to try to find a job. Mr. Clint seemed very understanding. He said that

It Happened One Night

Warning: This is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you are not eighteen, or if this turns you off--sign off now. It Happened one Night By Nathan Harvey I had run the advertisement in the Tribune over the weekend and it read simply, ‘Wanted roommate to share expenses of a large lakefront

Jail Bait

For a week now I had been hitching rides more interested in the studs that were driving than were they were going. Hitchhiking had been a great way of getting picked up by some hunky studs. Oh I did sort of a have a destination in mind but if a guy with a great looking body or flashing a big cock stopped I could always make a slight detour. So to speak you might say I was blowing

Janitor's Delight

It was a hot day as I stood in line at the "Mail Box etc" with my package. I was waiting to get my box wrapped, posted and ship back for my refund. I'd ordered a Dave Lord dildo and they sent me a replica of piece of meat that looked like it had been cast from a rogue elephant. It was the biggest black dong I'd ever seen. It was just too much to expect to take. I sure would like

Kennel Boy

It was going to be an early Fall. I could see by the few scraggly leaves left on our trees that winter was not far off. Setting there on the porch of that rundown shack of a farmhouse, all there was to do was watch those dust devils whirling across the landscape. I hated the fucking State of Texas from the day I was sent here. I knew from experience that we were in for two more

Leather Man

I'd just left Makielski's art store after picking up my art supplies and suffering sticker shock at pre-stretched canvas prices. I'd have to go back to stretching my own canvas, --at least until I started selling more of my work and making more money. Putting the canvas in back with some of my other paintings, I pulled out of the parking lot to get my goodies home. Still thinking

Livestock

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

Lochinvar

The kids had called me Lochinvar in school ever since Mrs. Simmons read that damn poem by Scott in English literature class. It was Bill Simmons that had first started calling me Lochinvar in class. It caught on like wildfire and before the week was out everyone was calling me Lochinvar. Bill was the biggest kid in school and really a bully but he also was the best looking kid. He

Master

Michael and I had been buddies for as long as I could remember. We started chumming around together as little kids and stayed friends all through grade school and high school. Michael had always been my hero. He was bigger than I was and seemed so smart in everything. I thought he was the most wonderful boy in the world. When we horsed around wrestling, he was always the winner,

New Boy In Town

Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you are not eighteen or this turns you off, don't read it. New Boy in Town By Nathan Harvey Not bad for a little five foot four lightweight. As the top scholar of my class I’d had many offers but the best was from this Mr. Warren guy. He

New World Five

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

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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

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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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