3 A Side of Beef Jack's vanishing act the next day wasn't unexpected, just hated. Once again, I roamed my apartment, coming up empty-handed. The fifty I'd tucked beneath the melted red candle on the kitchen table was untouched. I didn't want to buy Jack but I didn't want him cold or hungry or roaming around homeless. I'd fallen hard for the man in the spac...
All participants are over 18. ***** I give myself credit: it took some courage to walk into a police station filled with macho, notoriously sexist and homophobic policeman wearing a tattoo on my head that read CUMSLUT in bold red letters. The label wasn’t standing off my face by my choice; rather, an unhappy date on whom I passed out and vomited vindictiv...
6: New Year, New Experiences 2 of 2 Stewie smiled at the blue sky overhead as he lay pillowed on Jaze's shoulder. However, as beautiful as the room and its view were, they couldn't compare to the sheer male masculine beauty of the man who shared their bed. In sleep, Jaze's face was relaxes, making him look younger. Stewie shivered as he gazed hungrily at th...
I didn't want to be a cowboy, but I certainly wanted one to fuck me. So, to honor those sojourners of the dusty trails I wrote this. When settlers in the 1870's first used "dude," to refer to pasty-faced Easterners coming to The Rockies, they took notice of men with a distinguishable lilt (I have no doubt), of men with a different spring in their step, of m...
"H Ring" I was laying there in his arms, nearly exhausted from his fucking, and he leaned over me with a grin. He had a silicone rubber ring in his hand—much wider than required by any finger—holding it for me to see. He turned it over and showed me there was a silicone nub on the side—in the form of an H. He stroked my belly lightly with his fingers while...
Chapter 1.1: A New Beginning The white curtains waved at me when I woke to a gentle breeze blown through the sliding door I left opened last night. Nate, still in his slumber and spooning position, nudged his chin into my neck. His perfect body radiated a blazing heat to my back, but his morning wood was pressing up my tailbone like a branding iron. Would...
I'm sorry it's been MONTHS since I've last written a chapter to this story. I have finally gotten over writer's block and will try to add a few more over the next few weeks. Please note, this is TOTALLY fiction! I hope you enjoy. ----------------------------------------------- Tan's Perspective After meeting Matt's co-worker Dave, and hearing from Matt ho...
The windows of the house were dark but Brady knew better than to hope Steve was sleeping. He used his key to open the door. He saw the flash of movement just in time to deflect the punch. The smell of beer hit him like a train, pushing away the remnants of Ezra's baby shampoo scented hair. Brady's vision clouded with anger. He was barely aware of the sounds...
********** Jonathan gazed at the empty glass and a bottle of Macallan single malt scotch across from him on his coffee table as he vaguely recalled why he had fallen asleep on the couch the night before. "Here goes another day of existing but not really living," he mumbled to himself as he returned the bottle to his private bar and headed off to take a show...
My handsome, thirty-something lover bought a non-descript, beige Pontiac 6000 four door, mid-size family sedan right off the showroom floor at the local GM dealership when they first came out in late '82 He worked back then in an entry-level executive position for a conservative private corporation and was trying to present a convincing image of straight-ap...