My mom was up on a ladder with a watering can, replacing the sugar water in the hummingbird feeders hanging from the banyan tree in our backyard. I was stabilizing the ladder from below. I was sixteen, a high school sophomore, and my mom, who had me when she was my age, was a young-looking thirty-two. She owned a successful yoga studio, and her years-long practice of yoga had molded her body into a harmony of supple curve...

Freedom of the PressWhen I was twenty years old I decided to use a newspaper to improve my romantic life. To be more precise, I wanted to create a romantic life where none had existed before. I had gone to the City College of New York expecting to meet girls - or even just one girl, perhaps - as well as get a degree to improve my chances for some as yet unspecified career.By the summer of 1975 between my sophomore and jun...

They Called Me 'The Babysitter' This is a true story of some of the sexual events of my life when I was in graduate school back in 1971-73. I was attending a college out in rural Mississippi, working on a master's degree in physics. I had not been that successful with the ladies up until then. Despite being decently good looking, and having an intense sex drive, I had been rejected so many times in high school that I didn...

This story takes place in 1967- the Summer of Love I woke up the next morning to a very red and sore behind. As I lay in bed, wincing in pain, Detective Liu was next to me staring at the pale, white ceiling. “I don’t know what to do with you,” he said in a barely audible voice. He turned to look at me and shook his head. “You’re hopeless,” he added; and for a split second, I actually believed him. Still, I wasn’t going to...

We got into his car and took the drive back to his house. “Are you hungry?” he asked. “Yes, very, but I don’t have any money,” I confessed. “Don’t worry, I got this one,” he said with a smile. We went to the drive through and ordered hamburgers and sodas. As soon as we got to his place, he locked up his gun. We immediately tore into the food, which we finished in about ten minutes at most. “Nice place you have here,” I sa...

Tranquility—Part 2 “Take me, detective!” As I knelt down before him, I playfully brushed the shaft of his hard cock against my lips and cheek. I tenderly stroked his inner thighs before slowly rubbing his balls. His moans increased as did my arousal and I started sucking him again. He placed his hands on the back of my head as I took the entire length of his cock in my mouth engulfing his hardness. I couldn’t get enough o...

Change has a way of passing slowly through a small Pennsylvania town, like an old man window shopping on a Sunday afternoon. As in previous years, the summer of 1967 rolled in with little in the way of fanfare. There were however, some visible changes in my life that year. I was still working at my friend's father's shop. I was doing well there after being there a couple of years. I had actually managed to save up enough...

Sil, my old hippy roommate, came in without me hearing her and before I knew what was what, she was behind me with her hands over my eyes. I jumped and screamed and eggs went flying everywhere! We both laughed and I was like, "What did you do that for! You spazmo! Look what you did to my beautiful omelet!" I was only joking. Sil picked a bit of egg and cheese out of my hair and ate it. "You are so gross, do you know that?...