Taylor's phone pinged. He had been laying on the floor, head buried in his arms for a while now. [Be sure to get to class tomorrow. Enough of your dumb ass skipping!] Kam's text seemed like an order. Taylor just stared at it. How the fuck was he going to go to class? Everyone had seen the videos, he's be a laughing-stock. He didn't want to face that. But Kam...
I woke up the next morning a bit hung over. "Did that really happen?" I asked myself. I wandered into the bathroom, took a piss, and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe I just stood there and let that happen. I guess the hardest thing for me to understand was that I liked it...I mean I REALLY liked it! Does it make me gay? I poured myself some...
"Pssst! Paul!" I heard the hiss above the roar of my little shower cubicle in the dorms. I paused from one of the near constant adjustments I was making to the temperature of the water and opened the curtain just enough to peek out. I could only see Jason's face peeking from his own shower across from mine. "What?" "Do you see anybody?" He half whispered,...
Inspired by a friend's experience... *** Johnny Wadd. That was the title of the feature at the first porn theatre I had ever gone to, and that was a day I will never forget. It was sometime in 1974, and I had just turned 18. To celebrate I decided to go to this theatre in Schenectady, New York called the Colony Art Theatre. I don't know where the "Art"...
Kyle Bryce turned off the shower in the cheap motel room his new benefactor had gotten for them to stay in, and the teen had to admit that after a couple of days on the road it felt good to be fresh again. The shower was Mr. Wilbur's idea, although Kyle was going to take advantage of the facility anyway, because the way this cross-country trip was going he...
I took a job in a supermarket after my company downsized. I wasn't happy to be doing it at 42 but I was genuinely desperate. My girlfriend was working too, and it just wasn't enough. If we missed any more rent payments I'd be out of my apartment. Even worse than taking a shit job was the selection of 20-something supervisors I now had, all of whom enjoyed...
Chapter 10 - Post-Fuck Etiquette I have three simple rules: 1. Do not fuck people you know. 2. Do not bring home your hook-ups. 3. Do not spend the night. These rules have seen me through my first year of college, through countless hook-ups. I've avoided all kinds of drama and headache. I don't have the patience or the desire to deal with boyfriend...
I was cleaning carpets in one of my apt building when a guy from the unit below knocked on the door. Gary had done some work for me on a few of my properties and had shown up one morning the week before with his friend Ron. He'd first been staying with an old girlfriend and Ron had moved in with them the week before, after getting out on parole. The girlfrie...
Steve Gets Roasted Steve sat behind his desk, absent mindedly flicking through his work emails. His desk was at the back of the office, the monitor facing towards the wall, this gave him privacy that he greatly appreciated, especially as he liked to spend a lot of his working hours downloading the latest movies and watching them whilst pretending to work. H...
It was a Friday night, early and nice out; just nice enough for a trip down South Street by' myself. I loved coming down here in general but it was almost' always so much better when I was alone. Sometimes, I would walk around for a bit, and then take a trip down to the river and sit there for a while. Instead, tonight I was thinking of stopping in a bar t...