The two men in the garage of the split level home in Colonie, a suburb of the capital of New York State, could not have been more different in most ways, and it wasn't the wide disparity in ages that set them apart. The young man, Mark Willett, was a twenty year old college sophomore who played on the school's lacrosse team, and was a muscular lad who packe...
I don't think the movie ever stopped. I drove home with a smirk across my face as I kept rewinding the video going on in my head. When I got home, I poured myself some more of a delicious single malt and my ice water. I put a favorite adult DVD on and relaxed on the couch. It was one of the Voyeur series, #28, I think. There's one particular sequence that's...
Clint woke up—in his own bed—with the feeling of pressure in his head and across his chest. And then he realized he was awake because there was pressure down further too. His cock was being fisted and slowly worked. The pressure on his chest went away when he realized it was a chocolate-brown, brawny arm that was weighing him down. He pushed it off him with...
Everything always came easy for me. Genetics gave me my looks, strength, abilities and intelligence. By the time I was ten, I'd already figured out what I was good at. I'd try new things for the challenge, but if I wasn't getting them or failed, I wouldn't try again. It wasn't out of any sense of fear or failure, but if I wasn't good at them, why bother. Bas...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Jake and Simon were focussed on the afternoon's football game when they emerged from their hotel bedroom and there was no mention of what had taken place between their dads the previous night. Guy was his usual bright and breezy self, but I was feeling more subdued: troubled by the knowled...
I had made my appointment with a doctor who specializes in hair problems (hair removal, premature baldness, bald spots, etc). I had noticed in the past year that all my body hair, with the exception of my head and face, stopped growing back. I had usually shaved it all off because of my swimming. I had found that even body hair offers resistance through the...
After a few more hours of sleep, I came to again. This time the agony in my head, though still soul destroying, was bearable, just. Moving extremely slowly and carefully, I opened my eyes and turned my head, praying the that the sound of someone else in bed with me was just a dream. Alas, that was not the case. When I finally managed to look beside me, I wa...
Chapter Sixteen - #TGIM Aidan sat at his desk, fired up his computer, and began browsing through his e-mails. Leaving aside the spam that seemed to find him no matter how hard he tried to keep it his inbox crap-free, a few social media notifications that he ignored since they just showed how happy some people were, and newsletters from online shops he only...
This is a true accounting and the start of many, many more to come. I still don't remember how or why I knew what to do. I had been drinking big time and, on my way home, got the urge to pull over. Why did I know the spot? Why did I know that the sidewalk along Van Cortland park on Broadway was a place for men to meet? I must have heard it and stored it. I...
I continue my relationship with my gay roommate. Over the Thanksgiving break, I thought often about what I had done with Charlie usually with a sense of needing it to be kept secret. When we returned, we were very careful about when we did anything. A college dorm floor always has people awake no matter what the hour, it seems. We did not lock our door f...