So I had a friend named Reshawn in college who also had a serious obsession with poker. We played obsessively, convincing our friends to join us for a game in our dorm whenever we could. When we couldn't get a game in person, we would play online, share stories over IM, and sometimes trade money on the various sites. One day Reshawn had asked to play on my...
They had been on the same tour of the Frank Lloyd Wright house and studio in Oak Park, Illinois, and then they'd passed each other or sighted each other from the distance while both were strolling through the area picking out and observing the other houses Wright had designed and that had been constructed in what was now just a far suburb of Chicago. They w...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains straight sex, bisexual sex, gay sex and incest. *** CHRISTMAS EVE DAY The family cooled it with sex the morning of Christmas Eve Day. They enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and then sat around reading the daily newspaper and listening to Christmas music. Margaret later got busy preparing dinner as they planned to eat early a...
Rick spent the next day wondering what would come next. He realized he was never going to be able to anticipate such an experienced older man like Jack. But he did find himself hoping that he was the best Jack ever had. What if Jack still saw other personals? What if he tried out some other young partners for sex? Rick couldn't blame him - the man was so vir...
I had met him at Sterling cinema on Sunday last. I had gone to watch Sherlock Holmes morning show. The cinema hall was not crowded, and I thought probably Sunday morning is not the time most people in their right senses would trudge towards a local theatre to watch a movie. Though I had been an ardent follower of Arthur Conan Doyle's fiction novels and short...
I received a text message from Derek one afternoon. It read: Hey, you busy today? I had just gotten home from work, and showered—starting my weekend fresh. I had no plans that night except for reading, and maybe catch up on my sleeping. It had been a long week, and I had averaged about four hours of sleep per night. I was tired, but had the whole weekend ah...
Mr. Steinberg, the tailor, had sent word that he was ready to perform my first fittings of my new clothing. I was also ready to sample the oral services he had performed upon Will and my uncle at various times in the past, so it was with an excited and half erect member that I arrived at his establishment. Disembarking from the carriage I noticed that Will...
"It don't look like much of a ship to me." "It only has to get to Bermuda and back," Clint answered. He and Danny were standing on the docks below Christopher Street and looking up at the small freighter being loaded with boxes they'd seen were marked with everything from canned goods to dry goods to fresh fruits and vegetables. Danny walked over to a guy...
Fritz and Clint Folsom were sitting on a banquette, teasing each other through the folds and openings of their clothes in the dimly lit club and listening to the fat lady sing. This wasn't the Cologne leather club, Chains, where Fritz was the bouncer, though. As a reward for saving him twice from being fucked to death during that Rhine River cruise, Folsom h...
I made it through the week, not an inconsequential accomplishment in that strange year so long ago. I made it through Saturday, too. I wrote a little and did laundry and got some physical activity to try to take the edge off the tension I felt rising within me. I was horny and on a whim, I called up the web site of the Washington Blade, the local gay paper...