KKirk

Anticipation During the week after Alan’s photo shoot, I found myself waffling back and forth about my own photo shoot scheduled for Saturday morning. I would worry the whole idea was just a little too out there. What if someone from the family were to see some of the photos? What if Jordan or Johnny or Luis or someone else from the Landscaping Department saw the photos? Would the existence of such photos haunt me throughout my life? But I surely could use the extra income. And the id

Dreams that Live Mike did go to Los Angeles in the fall of 1980, where he became a successful model. I’ll never forget the thrill I got the first time I saw him, in this pink suit in an ad in Gentlemen’s Quarterly. I laughed that he didn’t look terribly hetero in this photo. He had several print ad campaigns and made some national commercials for a couple of years before finally snagging a role as a newbie fire-fighter in a TV series called California Burning. The show lasted two seaso

More like a very active fantasy life, @RJRBD100!!

@pvtguy, thank you so much for sharing a bit of your story. What I love about the Gay Authors site is making these connections. Maybe we will always be strangers in the world, but you have touched me for this moment with your wise acceptance of who you are and how your very specific journey has brought you to this moment in life. How wonderful to have a wonderful son, be comfortable in your own skin, and have no regrets. You must be a peaceful dude!

Going Home 1 We only drove a couple of miles out of Green River on I-70 before taking the US-6 exit for Price and Provo. The drive was easy on a less-traveled 2-lane road through the desert mountains of central Utah. Several clean and neat small towns broke up the two and a half-hour drive and we stopped in Provo near the BYU campus for lunch. On the way, Mike educated me in the Mormon beliefs and culture, including the polygamy which was rampant in the nineteenth century and is stil

Once we had our camp set up, we gathered our supplies and walked down to the camp rest room to take showers before dinner. Only one guy was inside at the time, but he was definitely worth seeing as he dried off before dressing and heading out. Mike was able to carry on a coherent conversation with this hunk of muscle, but I was deathly afraid that he would understand my attraction if I tried to interact, so I just said hello and went on into the shower. He and Mike chatted for a few

Thank you for the feedback, @JLynch. I got a little carried away on this chapter. I need to watch it more in the future.

Welcome aboard, @RichardWrites. I love New Mexico and enjoy writing anything set in that glorious state. It might be better to start late as you won't be waiting for new chapters for a while. It's pretty close to completion (I think) but I'm struggling to get the time I need for writing. I look forward to your feedback! Ken

I picked Mike up at the Capitol Arms a few minutes after 9 o’clock on Saturday morning. He had his jacket on and had packed all his belongings in a large Army duffel bag and a smaller bag. He let me snap a souvenir photo and then we loaded into my car for our journey across the mountains into Utah. Without a backward glance, Mike grinned widely, slapped me on the knee, and practically shouted, “Let’s get the hell out of town, brother!” In only a few minutes we were up onto the

Preparations for a Photo Shoot Alan and I were up early Sunday morning so we could work out, spending extra effort on pumping up our arms and our pecs. We each took an enema to clean out our digestive systems so our tummies would be utterly flat and there would be no need for embarrassing bathroom breaks during the shoot. We had a good shower together without any hanky-panky. Alan said we needed to keep our balls full, which made me question the style of the photo shoot once again. We a

Mike wiped my ejaculate off both our torsos as he smiled at me and I tried to catch my breath. His pale eyes held mine as he said, “You may think you’re done, babe, but I’m not finished with you yet.” “Oh, god!” I said in anticipation. Soon he rolled me onto my belly on his little bed. He pushed my legs apart, added some more lotion to my hole, and entered me gently a second time. “Yes!” I cried. This was the full and complete feeling I’d first experienced only a quarter of an

Hey @Summerabbacat, I agree with you all the way here. I am also "of a certain age" and find I can generally use computer technology to a point, but it often fails to work according to normal logic. I think Calvin's response is a typical 19-yr-old's viewpoint, but maybe I'm wrong. Thanks for the comment! I'm not sure about the monster as yet.

A Quiet Afternoon I didn’t get home until about 3 p.m. from my walk-about. I suspected Alan would be home between 5 and 6 wanting to work out before dinner. I considered working out when I got home but decided to wait for him. However, I decided to make a meatloaf and get it into the oven so it would not take too much effort to finish up dinner after our workout. Once the meatloaf was cooking, I turned on my computer and brought up the internet. When I went to my email, I had a n

My days at the office seemed interminable on Thursday and Friday; however, Sunday finally arrived to my great excitement and sincere nervousness. Mike had suggested I take an enema before our rendezvous, which had the unexpected effect of calming me and making me feel open, flexible, and energetic. I showered, skipped my shave to appear relaxed and casual, dressed to look sexy but casual, and headed over to the Capitol Arms to lose what remained of my virginity. When I arrived a

I thought about my plan for a couple of days before deciding it would work out quite well for me if Mike was good with it. The next night I grabbed a light dinner immediately after work and then got to the Capitol about 6:45. I circled a couple of times rather quickly but didn’t see Mike, although two other cute guys waved at me and smiled. I wasn’t sure of the protocol but reasoned that if I did not respond they would assume I wasn’t interested. So, I abandoned my Kansas upbringing to alway

After a few minutes of recovery time, Mike swiveled around so we were lying head-to-head. He grasped me less in an embrace than in an effort to keep both of us from falling off the narrow bed. I was lost staring into his beautiful eyes. “How do you feel?” he asked softly. I grinned. “Amazing,” I answered. “You’re incredible.” He chuckled. “It’s always great to have a satisfied customer.” For some reason, I didn’t really like being referred to as a customer, but I didn’t

Standing in that grim little room on the 5th floor of the Capitol Arms with this sexy man named Mike, I could barely admit my status. “Yes,” I said shyly, “I’m a virgin.” His right hand moved from my arm to my cheek, where it rested gently against my face. “And you want to know what sex is like with a man?” I nodded. Mike stared into my eyes for a moment, considering my situation, I presumed. “How about we start by getting undressed?” I nodded and reached for the buttons

For days the scene at the Capitol played out in my head at odd times or whenever I tried to relax or go to sleep. I would be sitting at my desk entering expenses into a ledger and find myself in a trance as my mind took a fantastical journey with one of the anonymous boys from the Capitol. I stayed so turned on, I was averaging 3 masturbation sessions a day, often including one from the end stall in the men’s room at work. People probably thought I had some serious digestive system issue.

The time was 1979 and I was a fresh graduate from the accounting program at a small college in Kansas. As a very closeted former farm boy, I felt quite fortunate to land a job at an oil company headquarters located in the big city of Denver. I happily moved there a few weeks after graduation. Somehow, I found a room for rent in the basement of the home of a couple whose kids were grown and living in the suburbs. My little room (which cost me $85 a month if I remember right) was in their base

This is a fictionalized version of a true saga in my life. I've taken a series of actual events and extrapolated them into what I think is a fun story. It's sexy; it's a bit adventurous; it's a recent period piece; it's a travelogue; it's a soap opera; and it's a little bit romantic. What happens when a naive young gay man accidentally encounters the seamier side of gay life? What happens when he says "Maybe" to its temptations? Read on to find out and have a little fun along the way!

Howdy! Yep, I'm from Texas, padna. I've lived in California, Nevada, Arizona, Colorado, Kansas, North Carolina, and Florida as well as several locations in Texas. I've been to every American state except Alaska, but am booked for a trip there this summer. I've also visited a lot in Canada -- British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan, Manitoba, Ontario, and Quebec. I'll add Yukon this summer and hope to do the Maritime provinces in 2026. I've also been to Mexico, Brazil (Sao Paulo), Bahamas, England, France, Switzerland, Austria (barely), Germany, Netherlands, and Liechtenstein. There are many more places on my "wanna-go" list, but I'm pretty sure Australia is number 1. The most beautiful place I have been is Banff, Alberta; the most touching the Alamo in San Antonio, the most unbelievable the Grand Canyon, Arizona; and the most fun Amsterdam, Netherlands. KKirk

An Albuquerque Walk-About One Saturday, Alan left for work in some very tight and short white tennis shorts and a red compression tank-top that showed him off like a Mr. Universe candidate. Damn, was he hot! I watched his butt as he walked out the door and became conscious that I had certainly hit the mother-lode in the looks department of the man who had taught me how to suck and fuck (technically, to be fucked) and more. I needed to think, so I decided to enjoy the spectacular early M

The New Normal After my first day of working on the landscaping crew at the University of New Mexico, I found that I was a lot busier than I had been before the pandemic and before we’d lived off campus. Getting in my 20 hours with the crew while attending my English, American History, Math, Physics, and Biology classes filled my day-light hours pretty completely. Quickly, I realized I would be doing most of my academic work in the evenings. All in all, it quickly became a busy lifestyle

@empath, for 29 chapters, the story was ever-expanding with no ending quite imaginable to me, at least. Each chapter brought us new characters, new traumas, new issues, and new fears. This chapter seems to me is the big turn from the expansion mode to the resolution mode. Oh, there is much yet to be knit together, tidied up, solved, and healed from. There are lots of boys still to be rescued and lots of cards still needing to be taken out one way or another. But, for the first time, I have a sense that henceforth, each chapter will bring us closer to the resolution we all want so desperately. The Liberty Academy will rise from an abandoned building to be a clean, fresh beacon of hope, safety, education, connection, and love. Adoptions will bring people closer. Severely traumatized boys will grow into wise, loving, and kind adults and much evil will be removed from the world. Thank you, @empath for creating for us such a beautiful and meaningful story that obviously draws many of your readers in deeply because you make us CARE so much for your wonderful characters. Bravo, good sir!

A New Home Alan and I pulled into our spot behind Brandi’s Boutique a few minutes after 6 p.m. after our three-and- a-half-hour drive from Las Cruces. By 7:00 we had the Durango empty and locked up and all our “loot” upstairs scattered around the place. We ate sandwiches and potato salad for dinner, set up the television, and found the sheets for the queen-size bed. We shared a shower which led to a very handsy time on the new bed. After a lot of massaging and me enjoying the tast