A Hot Gay Quickie at Thee Playhouse Theater in Tampa I left home headed to Tampa and the only thing on my mind was getting a blow job. It had been way too long and I needed some relief tonight! I had been to Thee Playhouse before so I knew that it was a hot, sweaty, sex filled place to go if you wanted to be certain of getting your cock sucked. This was d...
Walking through O'Hare airport in Chicago, I stopped short when I recognized my old friend Roger, whom I had not seen since our college days back in Oklahoma. Roger recognized me as well, as he smiled broadly and stuck out his hand. It had been almost 35 years since we had last seen each other and now we happened to meet by chance in an airport, both of us l...
In revenge for my son, I regain my top-hood * Coach Kaugman pounded on the door (interrupting my first foursome with my wife, her father, and my father) to warn me about my son Bobby. "He's at a football team party, and it's getting wild." He drove me over to the motel room site of the student whoopee, and indeed it had become a "drunken debauch." Naked c...
The next day more of the same. Beer with Hec, stumble up the stairs. Each day I spent more time downstairs and less time upstairs trying to write. By day five, I still referred to him as Mr. Grumbles in my mind, but with affection. I even read his novels late at night. Cheesy bits but there was a taste of talent inside each bite, and the ravaging left a re...
Author's note: To those who were afraid that I'd kill Sid-- be not afraid! I love them both too much to see them separated. Find below three alternate endings. I'd always planned to write a fourth, where Wes would sacrifice his life with Sid so that Sid would be alive and well, but as I said before, I became so attached to them that I could never write suc...
"Come on, Erik, just do it!" Ryan said. I groaned at his insistence and leaned back against the side of my bed. We were hanging out at my house in California. I had a private beach on the Pacific Ocean and everything. I was damn lucky that my rich parents felt guilty after kicking me out when I came out to them. They still paid for college and gave me this...
I was certain my queasy and debilitating feeling of frustration would end if I could only lick the trail of hair that descended, from Dusty's belly button, into the top of his jeans. One side of my brain told me to just do it, while, the other side told me I could destroy the friendship we'd enjoyed since starting kindergarten, thirteen years ago. I'd always...
Prince Charming was worried. It had already been over a week since the King's men had gone out looking for Frederick. What if he could not be found? Perhaps he had moved on to a distant land or, worse yet, had found another lover. The prince could not wait to have Frederick back in his arms again and to cover his beautiful body in kisses and lay him down in...
We had been friends for some time, we had met at the restaurant where I was working, and had become drinking buddies. At the time of this story, I was 22, and he was 45. Paul and I would often go out together pubbing. At some point (I really don't remember when) he told me what he wanted to have sex. The thought didn't offend me, but made me very nervous;...
I worked for a large, International Corporation. Well, international, only because we had an office in Toronto, Canada. Other than that, we covered the fifty states. I was an attorney in the legal department, based out of Philly. Our CEO liked to hold a conference, every other year, so we could "bond" as a corporation, and get to know each other, as well as...