Chapter 9. In which our hero discovers new grazing ground. We fast forward in our diary to reveal to our readers that our city fathers in Col**** have seen fit to order the closure of both the movie theater and the video shop under the guise of protecting the citizenry from a public nuisance. A public nuisance in the eyes of these esteemed gentlemen, bei...
Some time has passed since my last visit to the video shop. It happens that a mistress intruded on marital bliss and the distractions excluded contemplation of cock sucking. Except to the extent that I have lately considered that my interest in cock, cock sucking, and the joys of anonymous male sex appear to be strongly linked to stability in my heterosexual...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. PART ONE: MARSH MOVES IN There are people who have always been a part of your life. You can't remember the exact moment you got to know them, or how--and it doesn't matter. Others enter and exit in ways that are forever etched in your mind, as if they were actors in a play: an aged parent slipping quietly away...
As I looked across the small sauna room at my new friend Grant, I was amused by the fact that I had moved into this senior citizen apartment complex only about 3 weeks ago and already I knew more about the gregarious silver haired fellow than I knew about people I have known all my life. Since the outgoing gent had pretty much adopted me after he saw me mov...
Jake's Point of View The night of the bonfire, right after I dropped Danny off at his house, I drove straight to mine and parked the car in the driveway. I went inside the house and I saw all the lights were off, which meant my mom was asleep. I quickly but silently went up the stairs, into my room and closed the door behind me. I started taking my clothes...
The memories kept coming to me in the form of dreams, or I guess nightmares would be more accurate. In the dark the feeling of being helpless and used like a blow up sex doll would wake me from a sound sleep. My girlfriend blamed my lack of interest in her usually charming ways on the stress of building up my career in music; I knew that my problems ran dee...
Harry had never had a massage. How could he even consider putting some poor masseur through the torture of massaging his fat body? A guy he chatted with online assured him, "They are professionals; they work with all body types. Your fears are irrational. Just book it and let it happen. You'll be glad you did." His back was killing him. He had put on a bit...
Everybody was decked out in cowboy boots, jeans, and bandannas at the afternoon barbecue. Of course, Derek with his sleeveless button-up shirt, tight jeans (with a big buckle belt), and cowboy boots looked like the Playgirl cover model for the cowboys issue. Everyone watched him swagger around the patio. Karen gave him a cowboy hat, and every gay guy and str...
Bear was rolling down Rt 2 toward Lincoln when he saw him-- carrying a small backpack, walking tanned and shirtless, in tight jeans and boots. Not hitching, but looking over his shoulder as Bear approached. He pulled to a stop beside him-- tall, long-legged, with a tight ass. "Nice bike." "Wanna ride Bitch?" "I'll ride-- and I love it when you call me Bi...
As a extra credit activity for the junior college I was attending, I was engaged by the Ride and Board Stables as a helper for the summer, doing stable work and other jobs about the riding-school. At least that was what I thought I had been employed for. But it soon turned out that the Ride Master, Jason, had other plans for me. The first day or two I helpe...