"Man, don't you ever give up?" Dave asked in exasperation, removing Zane's hand from his basket and rising from the sofa and moving over to a stool by the bar. "No, Dave, I never give up. Not when there's something I want like I want you." "I should have known when you brought me up here and offered me all of that fine liquor. You just wanted to get me dru...
Chad sat alone at the end of the bar – as usual – on the early Friday evening. The bar hadn't started getting crowded yet; the crowds started in after 8 and many would be there for a few hours, before moving along to the next bar down the road. It was typical. Boyd's Bar usually started around 8, with the video screens showing all sorts of obscure and unique...
The fourth of July. It was cold, a late summer, and they said it would be a dry one. There had been snow late in winter. Not that the snow often sat around in the south of England. But Spring had been poor too, and today he wore a light overcoat. Mike climbed up from Green Park station into a windy Piccadilly and sparse hurrying crowds, his coat tails flapp...
I gave up smoking ten years ago, for the second time, after keeping off it for 6[six] years from the previous time. And it was worse than hard that second time, and I know I couldn't do it again. Even now my brain still starts craving tobacco whenever I smell the sweet aroma of fresh tobacco, fresh cigarettes. Even the fresh smoke exhaled across a table, mor...
"He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff . . ." The rich, resonating, calming baritone of the La Lectura began to weave Ernest Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea for us for perhaps the hundredth time, as we Torcedores settled once more into the rhythm of preparing our bunches of tobacco leaves perfectly for the press. We could not have done our deman...
I get up and walk towards the door, he follows quickly with his leather gloves resting on my hips. "Okay boy. Let's change. I don't want to get the leather covered in cooking stuff. Put on one of your T-shirts' and jeans. Meet me in the kitchen." He leaves the room and I quickly change into the clothes I bought. I put the leather clothes on the table nea...
I arrive at home and walk into my apartment. I realize that I don't have the butt plug, which sucks, but he's closer now and I can probably go there tomorrow if I want to. I fall into my bed, feeling a mix of emotions. I've really been enjoying our time together, but am I really ready to up and move with him to Madison, or stay here and lose him? My job i...
The last appointment! Friday was nearly over at last. This had been a hell of a week, and I was anxious for the weekend to start. I'm a doctor, a urologist to be exact. Yeh, I know what they say, 'he's a dick doc'! My name is Jim Morris, and I'm 53 years old, six feet even, and weigh 172. I've been divorced for almost ten years, and wanted to retire by now,...
When I woke up that Saturday morning, I made a bowl of cereal and opened up Grindr. The moment I did I was yet again bombarded with messages and taps from several different guys who were clearly all soldiers. Half of the guys that messaged me sent dick pics (of course), and the other half acted like they just wanted to chat. Yeah right. Well, I figured I'd...
Carson's mind went blank. He was trapped. Mr. Armisen was toying with the underwear in his fingers, his other hand still holding the cigar. "I, uh-" Carson began. "What were you gonna do with this, huh?" Armisen asked, his thick eyebrow still cocked. Carson couldn't lie any longer. He didn't care. "I just wanted to smell it." Mr. Armisen nodded, the fain...