"Was all that shit for real?" He asked excitedly as I pulled out of the long driveway. "Well the sex was definitely real. You have for sure been given a new position, which will require some more explanation. As for what our ancient brother told us, I don't actually have a fucking clue. But in spite of his obvious senility, I think every word was the truth...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** My name is Rob. I'm 30 and I work from home doing graphic design for a small greeting-card company based on the east coast. I'm also bisexual, which is to say, I have had girlfriends and boyfriends, some just friends, some lovers. I have a one-bedroom apartment over on the west si...
It's monday morning. Overcast , but warm. The first day this year that I've managed to bike to work. I pull round to the side of the building, beep my door card and awkwardly waddle my bike through the too small side door. The little basement of my office building is part car park, part bike racks and part storage., Weird stacks of things loom in the corner...
The changing rooms at the gym are a funny place, in that it's the only place you see other men naked, and it is all supposed to be innocent -- we're all men together and yes we have knobs and pubic hair and buttocks, but that's irrelevant. Personally I don't pay much attention. But one day there was a guy in there who I had seen doing some weights but not re...
I returned home on Sunday evening, bringing with me two unopened varieties of poppers, having left all my smoking supplies behind, sitting on a bench in a sunken park, sculpture lining a stretch of what had likely been a canal in the past, a casual 5 minute walk away from the still under construction main train station. Smoking supplies which were still gene...
Author's note: All characters are firmly over the age of 18, as should you be. This story is filed under gay male rather than romance or novellas, but I've found myself needing to establish setting/motivation – so it's a bit of a slow start – if you're into hot and heavy from the start this might not work. Please also be aware that this story largely conce...
Sorry folks for the delay in posting this chapter. I get so little feedback and you write barely any comments that I began to think you may have lost interest in this series. Oh well...here goes another chapter.... -------------------------------------------- The exhaustion I felt on Monday morning was palpable. I was never exactly a morning person, but af...
Even though he was nearly five years my junior, Ken was still my boss. That's why I didn't object when the motel he selected for the two of us to spend the night on our sales trip to Indianapolis wasn't exactly what the truckers call a "flop box" but hardly five star accommodations either. It was a Super Eight in Plainfield, Indiana. After the sales confer...
Steve and I were both in our early twenties when we met whilst working for an insurance company. I'd stayed on working there but he had left to take a teaching degree and we lost touch for six years or so. In that time I'd got married and my wife and I had our first child. Out of the blue one day I got a call from Steve saying that he'd moved back into the...
This is a true story. Last year I was in Europe on business. I had a weekend free there and I had a recommendation from a friend who'd been before to visit a sauna. Not anything seedy you understand; it was a proper upmarket spa sort of place, with saunas, pools, steam rooms, massages, and so on. I'd never been anywhere like that and I was getting bored so...