Originally published in the October 2006 issue of Handjobs Magazine.
“Have you ever seen a grown man’s…?” He indicated to the snake in his trousers.
“No,” I croaked.
“It might be instructive…you know, just to get an idea of what you’ll look like when you’re older.”
Originally published in the October 2007 issue of Freshmen magazine.
A cocky frat boy gets more than he bargained for at the annual alumni retreat.
Originally published in the June 2007 issue of Mandate magazine.
He rolled his head back, looking at the ceiling. “I would eat pussy all day if I could. Any pussy, it wouldn’t matter.” He looked at me. His fingers brushed the growing bulge in his briefs. “Girls tell me that I have a very nice dick.”
Originally published in the February 2007 issue of Handjobs magazine.
Dad was standing in the middle of the room; he was wearing his grey workout pants and nothing else. My dad’s a big, muscular guy, and the sober look on his bearded face made me nervous. He held something in his hand, and looking closer I realized it was my cum rag.
Originally published in the August 2006 issue of Handjobs Magazine.
A young Burger King employee finds a way to pass the night shift with his asshole manager.
Originally published in the December 2005 issue of Handjobs Magazine.
My mom always said that Uncle Barry refused to grow up. From what I gathered, listening to my parents talk about my father’s youngest sibling, he was a roustabout and a bit of a free spirit.
Originally published in the March 2006 issue of Handjobs Magazine.
Seduced by his best friend’s dad.
Also published in Mandate Magazine.
A young man is lazily seduced by his aunt’s hot, good-for-nothing husband.
Disclaimer: This story is NOT true, and in no way does it reflect or question the sexuality of the real people it fictionalizes. All elements are strictly a figment of the author's rich and seedy fantasy life.
WARNING: This is a self-indulgent erotic fantasy about former Pittsburgh Steeler’s coach Bill Cowher.
I started to relish the idea of spending the week in the country, alone in my parent’s house. I had a big bag of some good weed, and some books to pass the time. I’d figured I’d be shit out of luck as far as getting some dick was concerned; little did I know…