James had read, and seen, porn about men who could change the world, and that's what he'd been doing last night. After a quick, and mostly unsatisfying, wank, he'd fallen asleep wishing that there was more of this type of porn for gay men; where was the fun in reading about unlimited possibilities if all the characters do is make everyone's tits bigger? Then...
I sat there with my eyes closed, letting my breathing and heart rate return to normal. I had just had the most intense sexual experience of my life, and I needed a minute to process it. It was nothing mysterious, really. I, a supposedly straight man, had come on to my gay roommate, kissed him, undressed him and then got on my knees to suck his cock. It h...
Last sentence chapter 27... and then bed It was all so fan fucking fantastic. The dinner, the sex, the sleep over. And that was all we did was sleep. The bottle and a half of wine did us both in. The next morning Jackie fixed a humongous breakfast and while relaxing over a cup of coffee she/he asks, "Is this going to be a FWB or a permanent relationship?"...
She asked first. After the occasional 'What are you thinking about?' questions, she began asking what I thought about when we fucked. And what did I think about when I jacked off. And eventually, I decided to let my guard down. With my previous lovers, I protected myself, gave answers that I thought they could accept, or could get them horny. I felt a mix of...
"Uh, yes," I said into my phone. "I need a large supreme pizza, extra—" "Dude, no black olives," Jamie shouted, without looking away from the TV. "A large supreme pizza, no black olives. Extra cheese, extra mushroom, and thick crust." Once the order was confirmed I threw myself onto the couch and stared at the TV. "Food is ordered. Can we play now?" I roll...
Parker and I met on an early June afternoon under the Spirit of St. Louis in the Boeing Milestones of Flight Hall of the Smithsonian's National Air and Space Museum. We were both there to study about Charles Lindbergh's use of the plane to take the first trans-Atlantic flight in 1927. Having established we both were students of the period between the two wor...
How did I end up as... well, you'll see. That's the whole point of writing this all out. A little story about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. Humorous references aside, my life certainly has changed, and was done on purpose. I guess I should start at the beginning, but that's difficult. My start was boring. No different than most people, I suppo...
I nervously waited in the Philadelphia International Airport baggage claim area for Angus Talbot to pass through from his return from three weeks in the Bahamas. That was half the time I'd been working for him, transferring from the Chicago office at his request. At twenty-five, I was in my first job following graduate school as a concept artist at a major a...
EDITOR'S NOTE: Story contains nonconsentual sex. * The first excerpt I played was a total mess, my bow was shaking so much I couldn't even draw it across the cello. The second excerpt in the audition was even worst, as well as having bow shakes my right hand seized up and I came in late after every pause. By the end of the third excerpt Ron called out for...
The thing is, I cheated on Thomas first. I guess I could successfully defend the position that as long as there was no sex, no exchange of bodily fluids or tongue action, not even the slightest contact of lips, then it wasn't really cheating. I also guess I could claim that my actions weren't fully thought out, that I didn't work out the whys and wherefore...