One of the first things I noticed when I started interning at this company was Matt, our "fitness consultant," a professional bodybuilder that's been hired to keep the office in shape by running exercise classes in the company gym and making various recommendations. As a muscle fan, I've known about Matt for a couple of years. One of the best bodybuilders t...
Chapter 8: Potty Mouth Erica pushed her way into Brian's apartment. Brian and I stood back in amazement. "What do you mean we're still in danger?" I asked. "Stop and think for a moment. Evan, you are religious about turning your alarm on. Was that night any different?" "Of course not. I always turn it on, no matter what." Then Erica said just what I wa...
"I have a delivery for a 'Mr. Eric Grant'?" A delivery? "Uh, sure. That's me. Come on up." I buzzed through disembodied delivery man, and curiously awaited him until five knocks on my apartment door announced his arrival. Opening it, I was surprised by the sight of two dozen long-stem red roses and a velvety red gift box with a gold bow and ribbon. "What...
This is a sweet little story that I wrote for Valentine's Day. Enjoy. **** Frigid rain falls steadily from a leaden sky as the train pulls into Union Station in Portland. Even the dreary weather cannot keep Tigger from bouncing up and down on the edge of his seat. It's a habit he's had all his life. As a child his mother teased him that he was bouncier tha...
This story may contain graphic and dark material that some readers may not agree with. If you are squeamish, please press the back button and dodge this story... The direction I went with this chapter is very, very different from any other chapter I've written so far. I never went with such a subtle approach before and I kinda like it. As always, tell me...
CHAPTER 02 -- Jake gets initiated. I wakes up suddenly, me body is cold, an I realise me quilt is gone. I opens me eyes an seez Carl grinnin' at me holding me quilt. "Oi! Gizit back fuck face!" I rolls on me front t'hide me boner. "Happy birfday bro," he sez. Aw fuck! 'Ow could I forget it's me birfday, "Wan'ya prezzie?" "Fuck yeah!" I sez an' lifts me...
The following is a first time gay tale that grew out of the dark place in my mind. My stories tend to have a cuckold theme. Most cuckold fantasies have a bisexual element. This is no exception, but it crosses a line. It's not uncommon for cuckolds to question their sexuality. As a mental exercise, I've looked at another man in the gym, wondering if I could...
Tucker Williams almost missed his flight. His mind was a thousand miles away as they called for the last passengers to board the flight for San Diego. If it hadn't been for the attentive gate agent, he might have been staring into the distance while his flight rolled down the runway without him. Shocked back into the moment by a gentle tap on his shoulder,...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "This is why I don't come to office Christmas parties," I thought to myself as I stood near the photocopier feeling awkwardly self-conscious and uncomfortable. I was trying to look as casual I could, exchanging half-hearted pleasantries with guys from different departments who I barely knew...
Although this story can be read by itself, it is actually a sequel to my earlier story "The Woman on the Bus." Reading that first would provide context for what happens here. This story is very loosely based on fact. Some of it is made up out of whole cloth, some takes events and heavily embroiders them. Some things are told exactly as they occurred. I leave...