***I know I said three chapters, but maybe five now? Anyway, hope you enjoy.*** "AJ!" Ian bellowed. "AJ!" He jumped up from his computer and ran out into the hall. "What? Ian, what's going on?" Ian was standing in the bathroom, his head peeking out around the mostly closed door. Water dripped from his hair and ran down his cheeks. "I forgot my towel." AJ...
Pelaam: August 2007. Mikey looked up, pushing his glasses back into place once more as the big, broad, ebony skinned man strode purposefully towards him. Mikey felt his heartbeat begin to race as the big man approached. He'd seen this man a few times in the library; only he normally wore big boots, jeans and t-shirt. He had seen him use computers, sit in th...
WARNING: This story includes extreme images intended not to shock, but as satire on the Brit-Art scene. ***** Art for Art's Sake? Sex for Sex's Sake! How did it ever get to this? It wasn't meant to be this way. There was so much more I was going to do, so much more I was going to achieve. Shooting stars they never stop. Even when they reach the top. But f...
I swerved left and right at slow 20 mph. The Jeep Wrangler dipped deeply to the sides, much more like a dingy in waves than a car on steady land. The shocks of my rental were worn out. I wanted to at least get a feel for the jelly pudding of a car on the deserted airport ancillary road before hitting life traffic. It was my first time in Hawaii. What? Was I...
It was all her fault. Really it was, I swear. I mean why else would I have ended up at the pornshop sucking cock and getting fucked through a gloryhole? It was her fault. Can't you see that?? Ok, maybe I better start from the beginning. I was on a business trip to Wheeling a few years back. Yea, Wheeling. Nail City. And about as exciting as a sack of nails....
--Ahhh....don't you just love the smell of sex and cum? Naked bodies writhing in a shine of perspiration and that gooey wet feel of cum dripping of your skin. --Sigh. --I'm naked at my place with my fist gliding up and down my six inch long cut shaft, with my first cum load beginning to dry on my chest as I work on my second. On screen have been an ongoing...
Edgar is my husband of nearly six years. The last four of them have been mostly sexless. We're not out of love. Life's little traumas have a way of intruding where they have no business being. It therefore sparks excitement in me when, at 3 a.m., I feel him erect against my buttocks, between our spooning bodies. An Edgar hard-on is always cause for excitem...
Thursday provided a rare opportunity to spend an entire late afternoon at the bathhouse, before meeting my wife at a public mixed sauna at 7pm. I'd arrived a bit later than normal, but the number of visitors seemed small. Finishing my beer at the Internet PC, I'd noticed several men entering. Going downstairs, the whirlpool was empty, and the number of tow...
"Merry Solstice, Uncle Scribner!" "Merry Christmas, nephew!" "But the solstice is tomorrow, and it would please me to no end if you would join us for the local queer people's Yuletide pageant and party at the old union hall tomorrow afternoon." The youth with the perpetual twinkle in his hazel eyes was determined to say his peace before the salt and pepper...
I could hear Stella Langer braying from across the room. And the noise was getting closer, so, without turning around, I knew she was headed in my direction. I steeled myself; I wanted to have this conversation with her, but it was such a chore to keep her on topic and to see that she kept her hands to herself. She had called to tell me that she had a propo...