Butch & his Boy (Gay Zoo)

By jtstreep119. Growing up in rural Alabama, I found myself alone in the woods often. I found it peaceful, walking the miles and miles of game trails is a good way to keep in shape. Back then I was a lean, scrawny nineteen-year-old, with a messy straw-blond head of hair. My mom always joked I still looked fourteen, given how short and skinny I was. Something that plagued me for a long time, as it wasn’t until I was in

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Stranger Than Fiction (Gay Zoo)

Mist99 (mist2rain@yahoo.com) Mark Twain once said, “Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.” My story falls into the truth is stranger than fiction category and one that I never thought I would write. I’m an author and this story is a bit of therapy and to try and figure out who I am. To my friends, I’m a happily married guy with a grown-up son and daughter and a

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Rear View Mirror

annerogerduncan (annerogerduncan@sti.ne) I used to walk home from my first real job at a small factory on the edge of town – a mile or more – and in those days I was enjoying my sexuality. My breasts were ample and the guys made me pay attention to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about ‘things’. It was around then I began to go to work without wearing panties and it made me feel brave and

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I Became My Dogs Bitch (Gay Zoo)

Anon. I had lost quite a bit of weight. Consequently, I was not only enjoying life more, but was more active with my 3-year-old lab ‘Sundance’, who was my best friend. We would play catch, go for walks, bike rides and he was with me all the time when I was outside. But one Saturday our relationship changed forever. I still had quite a few comfortable sweats from when I was heavier and enjoyed just pulling them on and then

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My New Master (Gay Zoo)

Doglover I walked around the house, I couldn’t think about anything else. All that ran through my mind was one thing. No matter what I tried to concentrate on, nothing could push the wicked thought that kept intruding on me in my reverie. I walked around like a man possessed. And that was the problem. For that was what I wanted. More than anything. I wanted to be possessed. And by nothing other than my neighbour’s dog. And the best

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