Ch.03: Robbie opens up to new experiences. The stroll back to the shop was the opposite of a walk of shame. Max led the way, walking backwards for most of the time, casually avoiding tripping and falling. This weird cloud of sexual awkwardness I expected never showed- instead we chatted like two new friends getting to know each other. He was incredibly att...
"Awake on my airplane, awake on my airplane My skin is bare, my skin is theirs." - Filter Chapter I: He was like the child that refused to color within the lines, no matter what contours his teacher gave him. His body lumbered from one side to the other of the long straight gravel path. A random bird caught his attention on one side of the trail and a chip...
This story continues right from Part 1. You don't really need to read it, but it wouldn't hurt. ___________________________ As I'm ferociously tugging at my cock, I suddenly hear his voice in my head, "only I tell you when you get to cum". I drop my cock, it stands straight up, leaking a small drop of precum, begging to be touched, begging to cum again....
Sorry for the long wait. I'm working more hours than I ever have in my life and focusing on other writing projects as I finish a novel. I haven't forgotten about you, nor do I find this any less important than other things in my life. May you never find yourself becoming conditional. Write your own stories. Walk through doors that others can't even see. Ma...
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...
I wrote this story after receiving multiple requests from readers who read Part 1. In keeping with the theme of the first story, some controversial bits have been included here. If you cannot handle such topics, this story may not be suitable for you. ***** Ronnie Really Gets His! It was not a pleasant day on campus. The day before, little protests had be...
There's just something so special about family reunions. Part of the reason would have to be the fact that most members of the extended family have only seen each other once or twice every two years. Now, everyone can gather together in one place at the same time. They are just so pleased to come together and catch up on current events. Some are just happy m...
I'd just about made up my mind to open the door, when it opened for me. "Oh, hey," Thomas exclaimed, obviously not expecting me to be lurking on the other side. "Uh, I was just about to knock," I lied. "I called the airline. No seats available until tomorrow afternoon. They said we could try going to the airport in case there are any no-shows, but I don't...
When I was in my late Twenties, surfing was not just my life, but my religion. Half the week I'd surf, and half the week I'd give lessons—tourists, bored housewives, ambitious entertainment types who thought surfing should be part of their L.A. lifestyle. I lived in a shack right on the beach in Malibu. It was cheap because it was out behind a filling statio...
I'd been in Los Angeles for a week from Boston when I came across the advertisement. It was in the "Situations vacant" section of Gay Movie Review and immediately attracted my attention because it was so me. "Pretty sub boy needed for punishment film, must be between 20 and 25 and be able to absorb light to medium pain. Body must be excellent. Apply Jake Ja...