The horror I feel is indescribable. The words ooze from him like pestilent slugs; dripping from lips that are cracked and broken. Each one is more deadly than the last, telling a story of pain and depravation so deep and so painful that I can hardly bear to hear it. But I must. If it is so hard to hear how much more difficult must it have been to live? I gr...
CANDID CAMERON Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Cameron and I met at The Fawcett Inn, an off-the-beaten-track pub some distance from where we work as we were both obviously keen that our chat should be spared the curious gazes of our co-workers. He ordered a pint but I thought it best for me to stick to soft drinks as I w...
Life became real for me the summer before I started college. I had dated girls in high school even though I felt this strange attraction to guys − especially muscular guys with body hair. I played with a couple of pussies and did not get excited. Pussies seemed dirty and smelled bad. I began to visit a nearby porn shop − you know the kind: sex toys and vide...
A.N: As a disclaimer this story doesn't have any incest, it just takes the context of a family reunion. My laptop fried a month ago so things are a bit complicated, but country boys make do. Here's a long slow-burney one shot to make up for my silence. Might write those characters more in the future because I got attached, We'll See. Feedbacks are an autho...
Like many men turning 50, I had been getting restless. So much in my life felt stale or routine -- my job, for one thing. But I realized with a shock that my marriage, and more specifically my sex life, had gone stale, too. Although I still loved my wife, and had no idea at all of breaking up our 28-year marriage, I had to admit that our sex life was boring....
When Clark sees the way I'm "improperly" packing my clothes, he sighs, up-ends my luggage, and grabs a single shirt. "No, no, no. You need to roll them, like this," he says, demonstrating his technique by folding in the arms and rolling one of my sweaters into a cylinder. "How am I supposed to know? I don't get out much, remember?" I say, pushing him playfu...
The summer break between graduation and college went by way too fast. Honestly, Danny had a hard time remembering much of it, other than all the stuff he did with Tyler. There was only a week and a half left before they moved away from their childhood homes and into their dorms. He'd been disappointed to learn that they weren't in the same dorm room. Hell, t...
Something about the sheer dress socks made Charles nervous. He was at his bed, fully dressed in his best three-piece suit, lush paisley tie knotted around his crisp cutaway collar, grosgrain braces to match, silk handkerchief spilling out of his breast pocket, glittering cufflinks--the whole nine yards. But he saved the sheer socks for last. It was the way...
The Day After: 2 Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... I woke up, startled by my alarm clock. I threw my arm down towards my nightstand to quiet the shrill sound with my hand. My eyes opened to meet the familiar sight of my ceiling fan. After the last day's events it was comforting to find myself in familiar territory. I turned my head to the empty space beside...
I had only ever wrestled Russ a few times. He lived locally and was a nice guy but as far as "wrestling" he was – to put it mildly – a little lame. He was good, don't get me wrong, but we would wrestle and as soon as one of us was pinned or submitted the wrestling was over. No second round, no rematch, no nothing. Our longest "match" went about half an hour...