=== Friendly warning: This story includes piss play === ***** It's never easy starting a new business - even when you know exactly, what you're doing. But I felt confident anyway. My father was an excellent mechanic. He taught me how to repair cars and bikes as well - so well, that at the age of twenty-five, I was confident enough to move out of my hometow...
I am your average male—6' tall, brown hair, hazel green eyes—and I have weird dreams. My weird dreams are, like normal men have from time to time, homosexual in nature. Don't bother to say you don't have them guys because, according to psychologists and numerous studies on the subject, we do. Even the straight ones like me. Now, while I admit I am basicall...
Kevin smiled as he looked at his reflection in the staffroom mirror. The black leather cut looked great against his pale skin. The shadows it cast across his stomach added definition to the abs that were slowly developing. Those long hours he spent working out at the gym were starting to pay off ... among other things. He stood back and checked out the rest...
It was like there was some sort of invincible band of fifteen feet surrounding the group of three who were sitting, looking somewhat bleary eyed, at a table in the center of the smoky bikers' bar on the edge of the town of Hot Springs. It wasn't the table that provided the isolation, because Paul and Thomas had been given the same wide berth when they had...
Hope you like this new chapter. Please let me have some feedback. It really helps to know how you feel about the stories, esp. how I can improve them. So don't be shy, get back to me and let me know. Thanks and enjoy chapter 4. * Hi again, It's Matt. This took place just after Easter when the weather should have been warmer but wasn't. I was getting used...
(Death in the Rockies is a ten-chapter novella, the last chapter of which will be post by the end of the first week in October 2011) I was coming up from a fog; I could hear the buzzing, but I couldn't quite figure out what it was and was struggling with whether I should even care. Where was I and what was I doing when I drifted off? It was dark in the room...
At a previous job, I got a free membership to New York Sports Clubs. There was one on Wall Street that I went to a few times. I sucked a few hot guys in the sauna and steam room until I found the booth store on John Street. Years later, while I was home, a guy pinged me on Scruff telling me he was a member of that same fitness club a few towns away, and tha...
When Rick felt "that way," and especially when he was a little short of cash, he often took a plastic disk Frisbee or two and went out to Wallgreen Park, a few miles beyond the town limits, to go through the Frisbee golf course. He rarely made it through all nine "holes" of the course, and making it to the end rarely was the reason he went out there. He also...
Want to go on a Harley ride with me? When we met online and figured out that not only were we both bikers but we were both bisexual I couldn't wait for this day to happen. We did some planning and figured out a half way point to meet up. We are riding on a nice fall Saturday afternoon it's been a long empty country road we haven't seen a single person for...
All characters are over 18. This story isn't a wham-bam-thank-you-sir story; however, it is a story of triumph and growth. And unlike my other stories, this actually happened to me. Some aspects have been embellished for entertainment purposes. * We met in Houston's Mining Company, a neutral enough place; an alternative to preppy affluence, Millennial pre...