(Chapter 3 of "1973: The Summer of Cock." Previous chapters, "Up the Waterfall" and "The Long Way Home" are available here at Hamster. Thanks for reading!) I must’ve fallen asleep after they both had me the way they wanted. It was my first time. First and second. Maybe third too. Does one count acts or cocks? I zoned back out. Later, I woke slowly, keeping my eyes shut. I was afraid I had dreamed the whole thing, though the sting in my ass strongly suggested I hadn’t. Later, I would know Jake had taken it easy on me, but at the time, I felt he’d punished my ass out of meanness. Not that I… 続きを読む

by Everett Marx (This story began with "Up The Waterfall," also available here at hamster.com.) “How will I get home now?” The bearded guy laughed. He stood up and said, “I think we can arrange something.” We? I spun around looking for his friend, who I had assumed was still down in the boat. But he wasn’t. He was leaning against a tree, cupping his crotch through his bathing suit. Squeezing. “How far away you live?” he said. “Corinth,” I said. “That’s some drive,” he said. “I think I’ll need a nap first.” The bearded guy laughed again. “Looks like we got ourselves a cabin b… 続きを読む

(Chapter Two of "1973: The Summer of Cock," a novel-in-progress by Everett Marx. The previous chapter, "Up the Waterfall," is also posted here at Hamster. Enjoy!) “How will I get home now?” The bearded guy laughed. He stood up and said, “I think we can arrange something.” We? I spun around looking for his friend, who I had assumed was still down in the boat. But he wasn’t. He was leaning against a tree, cupping his crotch through his bathing suit. Squeezing. “How far away you live?” he said. “Corinth,” I said. “That’s some drive,” he said. “I think I’ll need a nap first.” The… 続きを読む

Lorraine works at the library, my home away from home. Over time, we’ve learned each other’s names, say hi upon greeting, and sometimes chitchat when things are slow. She’s older than I am and sometimes dresses a bit frumpy, but just when I’ve forgotten about them, she’ll wear a long, clingy t-shirt under a sweater that makes clear how big her boobs are. I love that about her. That and her way with subtle innuendos that keep me guessing whether I’m mistaking something innocent or being enticed toward something far from it. One slow Saturday afternoon I checked out a book on mediev… 続きを読む

[Chapter One of "1973: The Summer of Cock," a novel in progress by Everett Marx.] My friend Hank and I cut school one spring afternoon and drove to the waterfall for diving and a few beers. We’d been diving awhile when a small motorboat eased close and two older guys—not *old* just older, college age, one with a full beard—asked us if we’d care for a ride. We said sure and rode around the lake sipping beer in the sunshine. The driver drove, keeping his back to us. The other one sat facing us on whatever that thing is in the middle of small boats. (I’m a landlubber, despite being born n… 続きを読む

As commanded, I went to the nearest adult theater / bookstore. Shakily inside, I wandered around for a half hour looking at this and that. I could hear sounds from a film playing in another room. Judging from the number of cars in the lot, I figured a half dozen guys were in there. But no one else was looking at the take-home merchandise. The stocky guy behind sported a neat red beard. He kept a tired eye on me but nothing bothersome. He finished a cup of coffee and poured himself another from a pot behind the counter before speaking. “Help you find something?” The voice startled me… 続きを読む

As commanded, I went to the nearest adult theater / bookstore. Shakily inside, I wandered around for a half hour looking at this and that. I could hear sounds from a film playing in another room. Judging from the number of cars in the lot, I figured a half dozen guys were in there. But no one else was looking at the take-home merchandise. The stocky guy behind sported a neat red beard. He kept a tired eye on me but nothing bothersome. He finished a cup of coffee and poured himself another from a pot behind the counter before speaking. “Help you find something?” The voice startled… 続きを読む