The Club The Gay Spider Strip Club opened its brass handled doors on a cool November Saturday at 4PM. Sage needed to make six hundred tonight, or his cat Pickles would be killed. He rolled his 2009 Camaro over the puddled parking lot at 3PM, he felt extra naked from his Brazilian waxing earlier. In a jean and Garfield t-shirt, he carried his thong and leggi...
Sometimes the simplest of questions require the greatest amount of preparation. "The golden question for this week the same as for last week?" "Yep," my boss answered. We were sitting in the office of the chief of station, the highest-ranking CIA agent in country, in the Nicosia, Cyprus, embassy and, as usual, I was trying to see if I could see anything a...
I think that we all long for that perfect fuck where our lover is completely overcome with pleasure during their orgasm. This is a tale of one of those events. Steve and I met via Craigslist. We messaged each other for a bit. He was married but loved a hard dick in his ass. He had had a fuck buddy, but they moved away and was wanting a regular cock again. W...
Neal wasn't the sort of guy people noticed much. He could walk through a room of people talking—even a room full of people he knew—and get to the other side without being greeted or noticed. He could have conversations with strangers and then the stranger wouldn't recognize him if they met again. He was a guy of no standout talents, no distinctive looks othe...
June, 1974, Da Nang Airbase, Vietnam God, he was big; one of the biggest. Shit, he could fuck. Panting, panting, I grabbed the metal legs of the cot on either side in a death grip, my cheek pressed into the rough woolen blanket, my eyes bugging out and my mouth slack and open in a silent scream, as he drove it harder, deeper inside me. Cruel. Rough. Just wh...
I decided there were just two degrees of separation between us. Pamela and Judith had been college roommates at Sweetbriar, and Judith was Rene's trophy wife, and I think behind my back the cynics described me as Pamela's bought joy stick. That put the age spread between Rene and me at about twenty years—maybe more. But he was so distinguished and suave that...
I can't believe this is happening. So I'm going to write this story as it happens because it's happening to me RIGHT NOW and I'm freaking the fuck out and it's helping me to pretend I'm busy on my phone because holy mother fucking holy shit balls. I'm on a cross-County road trip with my 22-year-old college girlfriend Kelly, and her family. We're travelin...
The next-to-the-last weekend had now descended for the gang at Spirit Lake before summer ended and we scattered again to our respective colleges and "whatever" activities. Giddiness was high, which is saying something for the group of friends from the affluent Atlanta uptown district of Buckhead, but we'd been on the other edge of giddy every weekend we'd co...
It didn't occur to me until I had driven up to the Ravens Roost Lookout on the Blue Ridge Parkway in response to that long ago request by Dabney Belcastle to be here at a precise time on this date that this was the same date, two years later, of my first meeting of Belcastle in this exact spot. I'd had the date circled in red on my calendar for several month...
"That must be his plane now. Now, remember what you've been told about what your role is." Floris Bourek leaned back in the cushy backseat of the Lincoln MKT Town Car and turned to look directly at the Lebanese beauty sitting beside him. Jamila Maloof, model thin, with long, silky auburn hair, and light-brown, flawless skin, flashed her fluorescent-blue nail...