Archive for February, 2017


I turned around and there he was,

A fucking US Army Ranger,

So many guns I couldn’t count,

But his eyes were fixed on me,

Steady aim, first at my face,

Then my chest and crotch.

His eyes had bright smile

And his lips curved to appeal,

Hunger written all over him.

His finger was on the trigger

So what could I do

But slowly raise my hands

And say, “I’ll do whatever you

Tell me to do….”

He led me to a quiet room,

Said he was going to do a strip search.

I voiced no objection nor

Requested any lawyer.

Slowly he removed my clothes

And I surrendered to his

Careful examination.

To be honest, it was hard on him,

Though I found it went fairly easy.

His gun was loaded and when he jerked,

I felt him shoot that load— deep within my body,

not like cream but more like molten lead.

He got me from behind, legs spread,

So all I could do was yield.

My heart was arrested

For half an hour

As he took his measure and more.

At the end, we kissed;

He gave me his number.

But when I called,

It was the Army Recruiting Station.

Silly, silly me. I want to go sign up.

Wet Sand Between My Toes


I can’t say I’m very big on guilt….
Instead, I prefer wet sand between my toes,
Friend upon my back, legs reaching for blue sky,
Bare skin against bare skin, giving in,
Letting impulses live alive toward joy,
Hurting no one, judging no one.

Why can’t we just live our lives completely free—
Feeling safe with raw intimacy?
I want to live today with my friend, naked on the beach,
Exposed to rays of sun, getting warm until the rising blood
Makes me so hot I need to swim up inside,
Pushing in until he moans and begs for more.

Do you see my point? Do you see my thighs support
His thighs au naturel, lithe and lovely legs,
Blonde curly hair blowing in the salty air….
Soon I’ll take him home; throw him on the bed,
Have our fun in play, sharing rolling waves of laughter
Upon high tide of evening love.

Meeting Jim at the Gym


On cold winter’s night, I left work early,

Went to the gym for a good workout.

Worked up a sweat, then to steam room and a shower.

But as a started to dress, I had trouble putting on my socks,

Eyes distracted by this gorgeous hunk

Standing to my right….


His lovely ass was like full Moon,

Firm and round and teasing me to look.

He put on his shorts, then slipped them down,

Sensing that he had my interest very hard.

How to close the deal and make intentions real?

I coughed and suddenly he turned around.


Blue eyes locked onto mine,

His bulging member growing in his groin….

I said, “How long have you been a member?”

“I’m pretty new at this,” he said.

“Well then, I could show you around—

Maybe work out together. You seem to be in shape.”

His vision wandered up and down my body

As he said, “Yeah, I appreciate the offer.

I’d like that very much….”


“I’m Jim,” he said and thrust out his warm hand.

“So I’ve met Jim at the gym, eh? I’m Brad…

Would you care to stop by for a beer?”

“Damn,” he said. “You don’t waste any time.

And I’m thinking not wasting time would be good….

Lead me on….”


And so I did just that, lead him to my place.

Poured him a beer before I kissed him,

Stripped him of his clothes

And took him to my bed.

I loved the gruffness of hair on his face,

His open mouth alluring my tongue inside.


Musky smell of skin was erecting no defense.

I wanted him. I wanted him so bad.

“God, you’re good at being bad,’ he whispered.

He whimpered as I took him in my mouth,

Sucked him deeply to the core.

Then I licked his hanging globes,

Took them one by one into my mouth.


My tongue seemed to have a will of its own,

Pushed further south below his balls,

Then to the final goal, the whole of him,

Quivering, pulsing, thighs flexing on my head,

Finger probing past his ring, warm and wet inside…

As his hips began to thrust, I could tell—

He wanted me. He wanted me so bad.


I pushed him on his back and forced his legs apart,

Took his lovely ass into my hands,

My larger Earth holding him in orbit.

I entered him raw, driving hard and deep

As he moaned into my ears and begged for more.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard! I want your seed inside.”


I gave him all I had; all he wanted, held nothing back—

Flooding him, pleasing him, loving every minute

As he opened like a budding flower.

Then he came, gushed upon my chest,

Warm and sweet as cream.


He did not want me to let him go.

He spent the night and then the day,

And then a second night he stayed.

How long this might last,

I cannot say; but I am getting attached,

Having fun together in this Jim.