KKirk

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

@empath, you are still giving us so many events and so many characters that the plot seems to keep growing. I am amazed at how you can keep so many important characters moving forward in this story. And all of them are growing, evolving into healthier, happier, and more involved, more fulfilled individuals. I'm not quite right. Not all the characters are evolving -- think of Joel Mark and Rebecca the B*tch-C*nt! This story is epic! I look forward to the rest of the story. Ken

Thanks to all of you for your astute comments. I love @Summerabbacat's reading on Grandma Grace. I loved her in her first appearance in the story. The Bible quote seems to be quite fitting on several levels but we can't be sure if she was actually aware of some of those levels. Another mystery to ponder. I also love your description of Carrie. Meeting the family ourselves was more fun than I expected. And seeing Alan's reactions to them and their reactions to him was also a bit intriguing to me at least. Will @drsawzall's prediction about Alan and Brandi come true? And Cal and Jordan? Gee, there's a lot yet to happen.

A Homecoming, or Cookout on the Driveway We pulled up to the curb at our sprawling hacienda-style house at about twenty past 11. Fortunately, the driveway is wide enough for two vehicles and long enough for about four end-to-end. Obviously, the family had been busy setting up for our meeting. About a third of the driveway extended beyond a sizable pile of boxes that were stacked basically blocking the drive beyond that point. “Gee,” Alan muttered, “I hope we can get all that into th

Hi @long1jo, thanks for commenting. I'm glad the tour of New Mexico has been interesting. As for Alan's sexual proclivities, I have some ideas about the development of the story and the evolution of both Calvin and Alan, but I have no agenda for pulling Alan in any particular direction. I think he is slowly revealing himself to us as he encounters various situations and he seems to be warming up a little sexually. Just how far that will go, even I don't know. I hope you will stay with us to see. Ken

After the Departure We hung around the Bosque for a while just soaking up the peace like too sponges tossed into the ocean. We spoke quietly because there was no need to speak up since no noises were present. It also created the same emotional response as if we were in a big, beautiful church where it would seem sacrilegious to talk above a whisper. “No one back in Edmonton will believe it when I tell them what we just saw,” Alan whispered. “How did we just happen to show up in the

Thanks for these nice comments, @VBlew, @Summerabbacat, @Tonyr, and @drsawzall. Back in the early 90's, I just happened to be at the Bosque on a quiet afternoon in March when I personally witnessed the departure of the geese. It was one of the most incredible sights I have ever seen and felt like I had witnessed the hand of God. I wanted to give that experience to Calvin and Alan for the spiritual effect and also I wanted to share that with my faithful readers. The place has a marvelous natural beauty and is often devoid of people as it was for our guys in the story and also for me when I visited long years ago. I'm glad you enjoyed it. As for Alan's psyche and sexuality, I honestly don't know where he is headed. Of course, the slutty Brandi is still lurking in the background. I hope to finish the next chapter soon so we can hang out with all the Christensens, even the annoying Carrie! Thanks again for the feedback!

Departing the Dorm I set my alarm for 7:00 so I had time to strip the sheets off the bed and throw them into a shopping bag. I made sure everything was packed for the overnight trip to Bosque del Apache and Las Cruces and laid out my clothes for today. I took a detour to the rest room, peed, splashed water in my face, and walked down to Room 315. As always, the door was unlocked, so I opened it and tiptoed inside. The blinds were drawn and the room had a very quiet, peaceful vib

Connecting with my Peeps Alan and I decided we would check our emails and each of us call our parents after supper. Because I thought I would disturb the family at dinner if I called too early, I went to the email first and I was glad I did. My inbox was pretty full and I quickly saw that one was from my English professor and one was from my Calculus professor. Each of my teachers were informing me our classes would begin again on Zoom the next week. The first English class would meet at

You have many satisfied and excited readers/fans @empath. Count me as one. This story has grown very fast from the beginning where a lawyer takes over the representation of a falsely accused innocent. The branches of the plot keep expanding, giving us not only a very rich and exciting main plot but an ever-growing number of individual sub-plots, too. Each new character (and there are many) brings in one more potentially great backstory as well as a potential story to follow into the future. Recently you hinted that we are coming closer to a conclusion, but I cannot imagine how you can finish weaving this fine tapestry in fewer than 100 more chapters. Good luck, @empath! I plan to stick with this story to it's conclusion and then proceed with your others until there are no more to read.