With a nudge and a yawn-smothering smirk Jeremy pokes me in the ribs and falsetto whimpers at me, "wake uuup..." as I ironically continue to drive and he awakens from traveler's daze. Always his way-- deflect the obvious by that distracting charm. Even after 18 years I was not immune to it. The fact of which he remains well aware. Approaching the Animus Ri...
My only other sexual contact with another man happened back in 1985 before I got married. Ever since then I have gone through periods where I really wanted to experiment with another man again. I wrote about it several years ago so check it out too if you have a chance. A couple of months ago I started going into one of the local Atlanta XXX bookstores and...
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Jeremy meticulously tongued the remnants of cum from the slowly subsiding arched, white, big-headed dick still quivering in the afterglow of the morning blow job to which I commonly enjoyed awakening. "I think I'll hike down to get groceries," he garbled, "that pasta recipe I mooched from Andre last week has been on my mind and it sounds good for the dinner...
"Sorry about that. I didn't realize it had been on. I'll turn it off." I reached into my tux jacket pocket and dragged out my cell phone. The Belgian diplomat sitting across the cocktail table from me in the Bourbon Steak Lounge bar of the Four Seasons Georgetown Hotel lifted his hands in a "no problem" shrug and gave me a pleasant smile. We had stopped he...
"There's someone I want you to meet. Just as soon as he separates from the battle-ax." "The battle-ax?" Kyle Kendricks asked, a bit confused. He was standing with Trent Taylor at the opening of the Rodin exhibit at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts in Richmond. Trent was the curator of the exhibit. He knew Kyle because both served on the board of the Rainbow...
I'm not sure what I said while I was in the garage. I was in shock. He certainly didn't say anything or let on about anything. Of course that might be because his boss was standing in the doorway to the office behind me and listening to what was being said. The mechanic was dressed in loose-fitting coveralls—and maybe just that and the boots, because he did...
I woke up to the toilet flushing and knew it had to be Jon coming out of the bathroom. He came out throwing on a green shirt that matched his eyes with some Jeans already on. I was pretty disappointed I didn't get to admire his body again. "You need a shower." He put away his toothbrush and checked his phone. "We can get lunch downstairs and then head to th...
My name is Kevin and this is my story. I was raised by my mother. My dad died in a car accident when I was four. My mother done her best. She never remarried and focused her time on providing for her little boy. I was finishing high school. The small town in southwest Georgia didn't have much to offer. I had the grades but not the funds to go to community...
Desire was all the rage, at least to those within the same community. They were a local band and virtually unknown outside of the small town of Amber Heights. Four members made up the band, all young men between 18 and 24 years old and each and every one of them was smoking hot. Rick Myeres was key board, Mikey Doogan was guitar and backing vocals, Tracy 'Tr...