“The Bechtel Journal”. This is a series of chronological excerpts from the personal Journal of Matt Bechtel. ---BREAKFAST IN FRENCH--- Was it the fragrance of rain or the smell of fresh coffee in the air? Matt was not sure which of the two it was that woke him up after only a couple of hours sleep. He did know however that it was a pleasant way to be woken up since he enjoyed both. As he...
“The Bechtel Journal”. This is a series of chronological excerpts from the personal Journal of Matt Bechtel.--BITCHES-- “Ladies and Gentlemen the Captain has turned off the seat-belt sign…””London here we come! Hopefully this is just the first of many international trips to come…especially on the companies buck.” Matt exclaimed while adjusting his seat back a couple of notches. “This...
MIKE PIGS OUT By pauljames.moody@yahoo.com Part 1 The chronology of the story has this chapter following STEVE IS AN INCREDIBLE PIG - MOTN - LOGAN - Part 3 which follows STEVE IS AN INCREDIBLE PIG - MOTN - Steve - Part 4. Though each chapter might get you off independently, character introductions and plot developments progress from chapter to chapter. So, check out Steve, parts 1...
LOGAN BECOMES AN INSATIABLE PIG By pauljames.moody@yahoo.com Part 3 Censorship sucks and it blows and not in any way that a man would enjoy. Censorship turns our stories upside-down. Please fight it everywhere. All characters in this story are portrayed by persons who emerged from the author's imagination as being over the age of 18. ------------------------- Logan. The parking...
LOGAN BECOMES AN INSATIABLE PIG By pauljames.moody@yahoo.com Part 2 Censorship sucks and it blows and not in any way that a man would enjoy. Censorship turns our stories upside-down. Please fight it everywhere. All characters in this story are portrayed by persons who emerged from the author's imagination as being over the age of 18. ------------------------- Logan. Though he had...
LOGAN BECOMES AN INSATIABLE PIG By pauljames.moody@yahoo.com Part 1 The chronology of the story has this chapter following STEVE IS AN INCREDIBLE PIG - MOTN - Steve - Part 4. Though each chapter might get you off independently, character introductions and plot developments progress from chapter to chapter. So, check out Steve, parts 1 through 4 first if you want to read the chapters in...
STEVE IS AN INCREDIBLE PIG By pauljames.moody@yahoo.com Part 4 Censorship sucks and it blows and not in any way that a man would enjoy. Censorship turns our stories upside-down. Please fight it everywhere. All characters in this story are portrayed by persons who emerged from the author's imagination as being over the age of 18. ------------------------- Logan came bounding into the...
STEVE IS AN INCREDIBLE PIG - MOTN By pauljames.moody@yahoo.com Part 3 Censorship sucks and it blows and not in any way that a man would enjoy. Censorship turns our stories upside-down. Please fight it everywhere. All characters in this story are portrayed by persons who emerged from the author's imagination as being over the age of 18. Steve - From part 2: I pulled back off of his...
STEVE IS AN INCREDIBLE PIG - MOTN By pauljames.moody@yahoo.com Part 2 Censorship sucks and it blows and not in any way that a man would enjoy. Censorship turns our stories upside-down. Please fight it everywhere. All characters in this story are portrayed by persons who emerged from the author's imagination as being over the age of 18. Steve - As I sipped the wine I couldn't help...
STEVE IS AN INCREDIBLE PIG - MOTN By pauljames.moody@yahoo.com Part 1 This is my first attempt to put some of my fantasies into print, so please be kind but truthful with your feedback. Censorship sucks and it blows and not in any way that a man would enjoy. Censorship turns our stories upside-down. Please fight it everywhere. All characters in this story are portrayed by persons who...
* * * The coven was good enough to dump Doug on the steps of an ER in a cross-town hospital and to drop me off at home with one of the younger men from the group there with me to clean me and the damage to our bedroom up and to provide an alibi for me when the police arrived later that evening. After the police left, I went into the bathroom and ran a steaming bath. I stretched out in the...
I had been playing with the brunette’s tits, just as she was playing with mine, and I just got my hands away in time for Doug to take over. He must have been rougher on her tits than I was, because she was yipping and moaning and groaning and bouncing a bit on my skewer, which went to twelve inches under her attention. After a few minutes, he wish boned my legs again so that he could bury meat...
Doug had been conditioning me for months. We had met at the gym, and several weeks after we’d become regular spotting partners, he revealed to me, almost in an off-hand manner, that he was bisexual and that he actually preferred gay sex. He didn’t come on to me—at least not directly—and I consider myself fairly open-minded, so I continued with our informal spotting arrangements. I also had an...
The next day was my next tennis date with Ben. As I had thought and hoped for, after we’d played and I’d beaten him for the first time, I learned that he was in bad condition again and needed help. We both took showers, and he started back for the massage room, but I stopped him, telling him I had found a better place for him to get relief. We hurriedly both put gym shorts and T-shirts on, and I...
Coach Seeman had told all of the wrestlers that they could come over and use his swimming pool at any time, and I was so sore and strung out later that afternoon that I took him up on the offer. I knew there was a wrestling meet during that time and figured that Seeman and the real wrestlers would be busy with that and that I’d have the pool to myself. I did, in fact, have the pool to myself...
At my next tennis match with Ben, he allowed as how he wasn’t in nearly the same painfully hard condition that he had been when we’d done the prostate procedure, but he did show a bit too much eagerness to repeat the massage that day if I thought it was advisable. I wanted him at full staff for presentation to the coach, so I asked him if he could hold off until our next practice match, to which...
I still felt better about the possibilities of taking control the next evening, which may be why I took that ticket the doped up rocker had given me and attended his concert. His band really was quite good. He had a large crowd in the university’s soccer stadium and it was even filmed for national sale as a video. The rocker who had fucked me had a great, raspy, character-laden voice and he...
My next team punch event day was more memorable for being the day of the double massage than for my losing a wrestling match and getting fucked. I lost the match, of course. This time to Greg, who was perverse enough to make me swing both my arms and legs over the parallel bars and then got on a bench under me and fucked me first from the front, my ass tipped up and then from the back, my ass...
The exhaustion of and loss of strength from the previous day’s unexpected sex encounters may have accounted for my tennis match the next day, but it’s just as likely that Ben was just a much better tennis player than I was. He agreed to let me try to recoup the loss and set up another match for two days hence. As I had hoped, we were the only ones in the graduate gym shower room when we went in...
Although I had several white bandana encounters that week in which all a stranger needed to do to get submissive sex from me was to ask for my bandana, none were as strange as the one I had while I was on my way to play tennis with Ben the first time. I was strolling along, racket case under my arm, when a big black limousine, with smoked windows rolled up beside me, the driver’s window rolled...
My next team punch event defeat wasn’t too taxing. I was getting steeled to these attacks on my body. The winner was one of those lean, mean Marines, without an ounce of fat on a very efficient body and a shaved haircut. Not much to brag about in the below-the-belt category, which probably is why I’d seen him hang out with one of the bantam-weight wrestlers, a willowy, but obviously strong,...
[Author’s Note: When the Philippe LeCroix series has been completed, it’s best read in the following order: “New Orleans Rejuvenation,” “Natchez Refreshment.” “Biloxi Renewal,” “Reconnected Recovery,” “Theatrical Revival,” “Sailing Back into Life,” “Harvesting in the Park,” “Garden District Plunge,” “Dangerous Experiment,” “Dueling Regeneration”] Philippe had just been renewed, and he was...
Later that afternoon I got my first glimpse of my possible ticket out of this “team punch” hell. I went to class and the professor, who was also my faculty advisor, asked me to come see her in her office after her next class. When I appeared there, she wasn’t alone. A young student was sitting and chatting with her. I took to him immediately. He was perhaps the most handsome youth I’d ever seen;...
I stayed with Nate for the next two weeks, taking in my regular classes in the afternoon and spending most of the mornings learning the fundamentals of wrestling from Nate and Greg in a small room off the main wrestling gym while the coach’s regular “Greek Wrestling” class went on in the main wrestling gym. I thought I was getting the hang of it until I was called in for what coach termed one of...
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