This story is entirely fiction—no superstar was compromised writing it. The story has a copyright and can not be used without written consent. My special thanks to "Isle of Joy" for his superb editing of my story. * Synopsis: Zack McGraw had been a hot prospect—golden boy for San Diego/Blazers. An injury forced management to rethink his contract—it was th...
After taking care of Jake and Al again, Al told me to get up off the floor and get them a beer. I got up, shakily, and went to the refrigerator. I could hear them laughing and whispering something behind me but not really getting what they were saying. I got out two beers and yelled back, "May I have one too?" Jake yelled it was "OK just hurry the fuck up"....
We could live at the beach forever. My wife Joan and I had told one another that for years, every time we made our annual trek to Nags Head, North Carolina with our boys. In the end after each week long vacation, we always came back to reality and knew we had to return home to work and family. This year as we had for the last several, Joan and I shared our...
A few weeks had passed since my little, um, encounter. Nothing much had changed for me. I slept with some girls, playing at domination and all that. Nope, nothing changed— if you didn't count the fact that I kept flashing back to sucking that guy off in a bar bathroom. There was something animal about it, and I couldn't get it out of my head. It was Thursda...
I have to piss but am afraid. I am afraid of what will happen if I take the last gulp from my beer, stand up and quietly walk past the assortment of Chantilly laced and leathered men to the restroom. Call me dull-witted, naïve or just distracted but, yes, here I sit in what appears to be a... a gay bar. Yeah, yeah, I guess it's my own fault. Perhaps I was a...
Matt Wenzel was awakened by the sound of his live-in girlfriend rustling through her drawer. "Babe," he yawned. "Just turn on the light." He rolled back over and pulled the covers over his head. He desperately wanted a couple more hours of sleep. The 32 year-old corporate budget analyst had stayed up later than he'd intended last night fucking the petite chi...
I grew up in a small, southern Illinois town. And I mean small. During my childhood, the town had a population of about 1200 but it had been on a slow decline for the better part of the last 50 years, with a large portion of each subsequent generation moving away and never looking back. Wholly unremarkable, with no stop lights and the only grocery store bein...
For two weeks after fleeing Grime's home Rick laid low in a seedy gay-friendly rooming house on Galisteo Street at the fringe of the old Santa Fe plaza area. He had no idea what to do now and was considering starting to look for work in an auto repair shop. None he tried out initially needed help and at two of them he was told, "There aren't many job opening...
My pregnant wife has been away visiting her mom for the past week. She just let me know today she was going to stay a few more days. Today was Friday, which meant she wouldn't be home until at least Tuesday. My wife and I are both 27 years old and only being married just under a year we are still newlyweds. So as much as I enjoy being home by myself, I still...
I left Bob's house hurriedly dazed and confused. I had just given my first handjob and my arousal was so intense that I shot my load without touching my cock. Am I gay? I replayed the evening in my head while driving around not wanting to go home as I knew the phone would be ringing. Leaving Bob's house without talking to him after I stroked his cock dry pro...