The Snow Man – Part 1 Alex was driving on the interstate about fifty miles west of Denver when the world turned white. First came the blanket of fog, then thin sheets of snow that blew in over the rocks on either side of the highway and drifted, snakelike, across the pavement. The snow flakes became bigger and heavier. Soon the road signs were unreadable an...
This is a fictive tale, and any resemblance to anyone outside of it is purely accidental. Do not read any further if you are not of legal age in your jurisdiction. ***** I was supposed to suck his cock and then butt-fuck him, so we'd arranged, or I thought we had, but in between making out he rolled me over and got on top, his weight pressing me down, legs...
It would be fair to say that during this entire experience, I had not entertained any second thoughts. And yet, it would be less than honest if I did not report that there had been a few instances during the shower when my body flinched when my new friend touched me unexpectedly. I passed this off as only natural for a guy my age who had grown up in a societ...
I was sitting in Stumpy's place sipping on a lite beer at the bar when this old fellow came in and sat down on the stool next to me and ordered a beer. He was fairly decent looking and dressed neatly. Actually, he looked to be about my age, but anybody my age is an old fellow. "Hi, I'm Danny," he said after he took a sip, "it looks like the pickings are pre...
Kris stared at the message on his phone. 'Hook up?' Was all it said. Less than two hours after creating a profile on the gay networking app and someone was offering sex? Sex? Not just sex but sex with another man. At thirty-nine after fifteen years of marriage and two children, Kinky Kris was exploring his sexuality. This road had not been easy. He had met...
Author’s Notes: This story was, at one time dedicated to a good friend of mine. Your words inspired and entertained me, long before I ever met you.. Keep your eyes open my friend, they are truly the windows to your soul and other imagined possibilities. Remember one person’s idea of trash may be someone else’s treasure. Never stop believing… Disclaimer: I...
I feel like an idiot because that's what I must look like, dressed like a third rate private investigator with a rumpled raincoat and a beat up fedora pushed as far down on my head as possible sitting in a Starbucks. The disguise, which is pretty much all this garb is, was designed to conceal my real identity because I don't know what I would do if anybody e...
I was out on the town one night when I was about 20 years old. I had been to the local pubs and decided to go to one of the local night clubs for a drink. I was at the bottom end of the town and only wanted another drink before going home. The closest club was a Gay Club and because I only wanted one more drink before going home I decided to venture in side....
Robert and I are buddies. I guess you could better say we're buddies with benefits. Although we aren't exclusively involved and don't live together or anything, we do enjoy doing a lot of buddy things together and particularly enjoy 'getting together' on occasion. Robert and I first met at a gym in Chelsea soon after we each had arrived in New York. We bo...
It's Sunday! I can't believe its Sunday and here I am rotting away in the library! Darn you Professor Mukhuty. That guy can dole out assignments like it's nobody's business. How different would it have been to allow us to submit the papers on Tuesday instead of Monday! Would have been a damn sight easier if I could get an access to the University library whe...