My stories are autobiographical. I have changed a name here in there to respect the privacy and rights of others. Chapter the First: Cruising for a Bruising It was an online service on which one could post advertisements for all manner of things: gigs for musicians, electronics and computers for sale, houses and apartments for rent and for sale, and, yes,...
The shitty apartment that I had lived in during the previous eight months had finally taken its toll on me. As much as I hated looking for new housing, I knew I had to get out of my cramped, musty apartment. I knew I wouldn't find a place to live for as cheap as what I was paying, but I also I knew I could cut back on my budget to afford a nicer room farther...
Chapter 2: The Cube The phone rang and I sat there and looked at it through five rings. I recognized the number on the caller ID. I wouldn't answer it. After seven rings it would kick over to the machine. Ring number six. "Hello." "You know who this is. Come to me." "Look, I'm sorry, but . . ." "Come to me now. Shower and clean yourself out. Don't bothe...
I fled Marty's hot tub as soon as I came fully back into consciousness. They had left me there, hunched over in the seat of the hot tub, and were now much more interested in each other than in me. Neal was still standing there when I brushed by, and we exchanged looks. I was too exhausted and conflicted to flirt in any way, but he gave me a look that told m...
A foreshadowing that summer again would follow spring descended on my neighborhood in the form of a minor heat wave one early May evening. We'd had a particularly cold winter and early spring, and thus when the sun had brought us an unusually early warm day, we opened the windows on the bedroom level, giving the house its first breath of fresh air in over th...
Jim was a recently divorced 34 year old who for years had not enjoyed sex. The last few years of his marriage were extremely bad as his wife left him cold. She had put on 40 pounds over there 10 year marriage so Jim had just turned off the sex drive, besides she never really got him overly aroused anyway. Jim had found a new job in a new city for a fresh st...
I remember how hot it was that day in August as I delivered the paper on my route in the unforgiving heat of the afternoon. It wasn't a very lucrative route delivering the Knickerbocker News, a paper than was published in the afternoon in Albany, not nearly as profitable as doing the Times Union in the mornings, but it was better than nothing and at least I...
Gus woke up early and readied himself for work, letting Aaron sleep. Aaron was on his side with his scars, tattoo and four toes exposed, a body pillow between his legs. His skin had a softness and warmth to it that were visible to Gus as he made his way in and out of his bedroom preparing for work. Aaron snored softly, it was calming to Gus, almost like the...
Having Tyler as my cocksucker was incredible, and as we did it more and more, I realized he'd been serious about doing it pretty much any time I wanted it. So I started to take advantage. He sucked my cock when I woke up with morning wood. He took a load down his throat on a few occasions when I left the bars drunk and horny. He knelt between my legs whil...
After the divorce, I was able to keep my house, although little else.. The divorce had nothing to do with my sexual habits, those were still a secret, so after she'd removed her things, I was able to take a deep breath, and get back to living. I'd been curious about gay sex from middle school on, but never acted on it college. After that, it was sporadic, bu...