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One thousand and I didn't look a day over twenty-five. No wrinkles, no gray hairs. Just a few scars from a life long-passed. They were faded reminders of battles fought and won. Well, most of them had been won. The last? It was what put me here, on the road to eternal life. And eternal loneliness. In a thousand years, I've had countless lovers: peasants, nobles, stableboys, whores, even two kings. But none of them filled the void within me. Something was always missing, something vital that I couldn't quite put my finger on. By the year 2005, I had all but given up. Sitting in a dark windowseat, of an even darker house, I was contemplating suicide. My home was quiet enough for such introspection. There's a distinct advantage to people believing your home is haunted; an even bigger advantage when the city officials are too terrified to tear it down. Needing to feed only once a month left me plenty of time to think. And to play. My amusement of choice came in the form of fucking with the kids, the ones who dared each other to come close enough to look into the front bay window of the rotting, haunted Magnolia House. A fleeting glimpse of...something...would send them off. I could hear their screams two blocks away, and many times, I laughed until I hurt. The first time I realized I wasn't alone, I didn't know what to think. I felt the pull--an irresistible need to find out ...

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Park Rangers Encounter

By Richard Barber

I was still in high school when I purchased my first car. I began cruising the parks to convene with other guys for immediate sexual encounter or friendship. I discovered that one of the local park zoos had many acres to explore, with secluded bushes, forest area, and several obscure public restrooms for private rendezvous.

Summer vacation was upon me, and I had an abundance of leisure time to squander before going home. My family had gone out of the city for the whole weekend to visit some boring relatives in Springfield, and I convinced them to let me stay home by myself.

I drove through an area where I saw a young man wearing a baseball cap about my own age, sitting on a park picnic table. I parked in the nearby parking lot, and eased my way over to him and struck up a conversation. I immediately sensed a mutual sexual attraction between the two of us. We chatted for a short time, and he told me his name was Guy. Just as I was about to suggest we head to the nearby bushes, a local park patrol car, with 2 rangers, drove into the driveway, and motioned for us to come over to their car.

We knew we hadn’t done anything wrong, but I was uneasy about talking to them. Both rangers got out ...

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A NOBLE ROMAN (…dedicated to the men and women who wear the uniform of the United States Armed Forces, and who daily risk their lives all over the world to keep We The People free, so that we can be who and what we are and live our lives as we see fit…) I had taken a wrong turn in the ancient ruins at Bath, England, and I was lost, and separated from my tour group. I was down in the lowest part of the structure, by the pools, and I had been looking at some of the ancient Roman relics on display there. I was so fascinated that I did not notice that the tour group had moved on. I was entranced by the idea of seeing relics of peoples’ lives from literally thousands of years ago – people who were, essentially, just like me – who tried to live their lives as best they could, and who had their share of triumphs and successes, joys and tragedies, as we all have. And now, long after they had returned to the dust from whence we all come, I can view (and sometimes, surreptitiously touch) the stone doorframes of their houses, the marble couches on which they reclined to dine, and the monuments which their bereaved family and friends set up to mark their passing. The ...

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The space freighter Serene Dawn had taken off for the planet Zeron 5, a journey that would take nearly one earth year to complete. Steve the skipper and Tony the navigator put the craft into warp drive, set the automatic control system and had started to relax. They took off their spacesuits and were just wearing tee shirts and little shorts. There was, however, an essential difference between the two crew members, Steve was human and Tony was an android. Androids looked exactly like humans, had human emotions and needs, the only difference was that they couldn't reproduce. For this reason amongst others, many male androids who worked closely with male humans developed feelings for the guys they worked with. The prospect of living at close quarters with Steve excited Tony from the moment that they met. Both had rugged good looks and superb bodies, and when Tony saw his skipper taking a shower just before the flight started, his circuits went into overdrive. He was determined to talk Steve into bed before the trip was out, and started sounding him out at the first opportunity. "Steve, have you ever had sex with a guy?" "No Tony, I'm not gay." " Well you don't have to be gay. I mean a lot of guys in prison get fucked, that doesn't mean their gay, just realistic. They know that there is no chance of any women, so they just make they best of it. We are stuck here together for the duration ...

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The clear blue water rippled as my index finger ran across it's still surface. The waves ran for a distance until hitting the wall, and bouncing back to the center of the pool. The sun was high above us shining brightly down upon the cool water. The water was up to my chest as I walked around inside the pool. His feet kicked the water, causing their own set of waves to venture throughout the pool. I walked towards him slowly and lifted myself on the deck next to him with my feet still in the water. The water glistened on my smooth milky skin. I wore a blue pair of swim trunks that were awfully tight on me. He glanced over at me while I wasn't looking. He asked me to hang out at his house while his parents were gone for the day. The last time I had slept over at his house we had a wild time. It started with a game of truth or dare, which quickly led to sexual questions and curious thoughts. At one point he had dared me to suck his cock. I had never said no to a dare, and this was one dare I had enjoyed. Before we had gone to bed I had his cock deep in my tight butt. That was a night I wanted to relive and had hoped today would be like. "Want to play some truth or dare?" His eyes met mine as he asked me the ...

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Ravenswood: THE BOX OF ANSWERSHere, at last, the Box lay before him, beckoning to be touched, to be opened, ready to reveal to him secrets heretofore hidden by the sand of ages. An entire lifetime, longer, he had waited, craved for this very moment. Now, everything depended on this - his life, job, sanity. With the Box he could regain them and more. Another step closer now, his hand reached out, fingers almost brushing the intaglios hewn into the rose tinted ivory lid. Nothing was going to stop him from seeing what it held inside.1. LIKE THIS, BEFORE"Looking for something?"Startled and a tad embarrassed at getting caught noseying about in the hallways of Ravenswood Hotel, Sam found himself confronted by a hunk, shirtless and covered by little more than board shorts and a sheen of sweat. The stranger pulled his iPod earphones off and smiled at him. Whoa, as if that hard body wasn't enough to cause a minor meltdown, Sam thought before stammering a reply. "Uh, my room."With the knee-weakening smile still in place, the man glanced at the key Sam held. "207 is the other way. The stairs you came up from? Hang a right.""Thanks," Sam said, hoping he wasn't blushing, even as he tried to pull his gaze from below waist level where the low-slung shorts cut across the bottom row of clearly defined abdominal muscles. He gulped. Narrowing his sights back to the man's handsome face, Sam frowned. "This is going to sound really stupid, but have ...

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Slender, with curly auburn hair and fair smooth skin, the goatherd stretched and yawned beneath the shade of the tree. As Thane rode across the stone bridge marking the entrance to the kingdom of Aquillus, his first sight was of the fabulous white walled city that served as the nation’s capitol. His second sight was of the handsome lad dozing while his herd munched idly on the grass. Thane’s sharp blue eyes looked him over. The goatherd was in his early twenties he judged. Lean and supple from a Spartan life carved out on the land. Thane himself was a virtual giant compared to the stripling. Six foot with a hard muscled torso, the warrior’s thick hair hung down to his strong shoulders and was the same pale blonde of his people, the wildmen of the Northern Tundra. His face was angular and coldly handsome with rich almost pouting lips and a sharp aquiline nose. His eyes glittered like the icy waters of his homeland. Years on the road had bronzed his skin and his torso was laid bare to the elements. His broadsword hung on his back and he wore dark breeches and tough leather boots. A wolfish smile crossed his lips. After six months hard slog alone in the Barren Wastes the goatherd was a welcome sight indeed.The first the lad knew that he was not alone was the dark shadow that passed over him. He opened his hazel ...

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As a married straight cocksucker, it's not always easy to find a convenient place to engage in my favorite activity. I have a large sailboat that I keep on a mooring on the harbor and lately, I have been bringing guys out to the boat and taking them below to suck their dicks. Although the following story is fiction, it's not that far from the truth.After an extended period of anonymous communication, we finally met at a local Starbucks and as we had indicated in our messages, we were pretty similar in appearance. Although both of us had mostly gray hair, we were in fairly good physical condition since each of us pursued an active lifestyle. After a few such meetings, during which we agreed that since we both were in longtime marriages, we could assume that we posed no health risks to one another and could proceed to the next step and arrange to meet someplace where we would have the needed privacy for a sexual liaison. I proposed that we go out to my sailboat that I kept on a mooring far out in the harbor. He agreed, and on the designated day, we both rowed out to the boat, got aboard and went below. Once below, after some initial awkwardness, we managed to unzip each others pants and extract our cocks, As I gripped his still flaccid penis, I noted that even though I was taller than he was, his cock was larger than mine and quickly grew ...

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Ever since I was young, my father would tell me of the infinite knowledge that existed in the universe and how, one day, I was destined to take his place as curator of the Washington Inter-Planetary Library, organizing it all. So, naturally, I became the engineer of an independent freighter called Rita. Dad wasn’t too happy about that, but considering it took seven months to cross the entire plotted galaxy, at least I didn’t have to deal with it most of the time. The last time I saw him, I told him what I thought. I said, “There’s infinite knowledge out there, Dad. Try seeing some of it”It’s true what they say. It doesn’t matter how different or disagreeable your crew-mates are, after one long-haul trip through deep space you’ll never long-haul with anyone else again. When you spend that much time stuck in fragile bubble of air you either die of claustrophobia or get comfortable. I’d travelled with those three guys for four years. There was nothing we didn’t know about each other. I loved those guys.Purely platonic, of course.Lukey was our Analyst. Typically skinny and bespectacled, rarely not plugged in to some peripheral, he was the brains of the operation. He managed navigation, inventory and rode shotgun with Crash.Crash was our pilot. No points for guessing why we called him Crash. Like most short guys, he made up for his height with tenacity.Then there was our captain, Duane Poole. We only ever called him “Poole.” Calling somebody by ...

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Caveat Emptor
by Kiernan Kelly


It sits at the back of a high shelf, covered with years' worth of dust, unnoticed by a long succession of customers. Only the shopkeeper knows of its existence, but he never takes it down and wipes it clean, never draws attention to it, or presents it as a possible purchase to the many clients who enter his store.

The shopkeeper waits, patiently watching, one year after another. As winter melts into spring, spring blooms into summer, summer waxes and wanes into fall, and fall drifts into winter again, he is always mindful of the item's presence, wondering if perhaps the next person to walk through the door will be one of the fortunate ones. It is a very special item, unique, one-of-a-kind, and he understands that very, very few are worthy of it.

The shopkeeper can hear it humming quietly in the background, like a beehive under a blanket of cotton batting. When the right person comes into his shop, the bees change into angry wasps; the hum grows into a roar only he can hear.

His is a heavy responsibility; one he both prides himself in and curses on a regular basis. When he was a child, his dreams of being an astronaut, or a firefighter, or a circus clown were quickly squelched by his parents. His destiny was to sit behind a glass counter selling discarded bits and pieces of other people's lives…and protecting, at ...

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