"Bummer," I exclaimed with a pout, as I threw the telephone book half way across the room and collapsed onto the sofa. "What's up?" Nick asked, looking up from his computer where he was checking out the latest Literotica stories. "I've got the service worker itch, and they don't list who the hunky, well-hung plumbers and electricians are in the phone book...
The young, drunk construction worker staggered out of the Bourbon Street pool hall at three in the morning, assured that the resilience of his strong body would permit him to be walking the high beam at the construction site by seven, with only a couple of hours of sleep. He headed east on Bourbon and used Urselines to drop down to Chartres, where strong han...
I have no idea how long the townhouse next door had been empty before someone noticed that the two women living there were gone. I did see the story in the local paper of the two women who drowned on Lake Stanley when their rowboat capsized and thought of it as both sad and a little weird, as no one was supposed to be out in a rowboat on Lake Stanley after d...
I couldn't be there. I couldn't stay there. I didn't know what came next. I hadn't looked at the script. I just knew I couldn't be there. I tripped down the stairs of brownstone and out onto the sidewalk of Richmond's Fan District. It was dark already. I instinctively turned left, toward the downtown area, and shuffled along with my hands in the pockets of...
Jake thought I was concentrating on his typically long-winded explanation of why the Singapore office hadn't sent in their section of the Arnold proposal, but I wasn't. I was sitting there, rocking back and forward in my leather chair, with my back to the whole spread of the Baltimore Inner Harbor from my eighteenth-floor World Trade Center office and lookin...
This story is a fantasy, nothing more. It's not real, please don't leave feedback saying that you can't believe that this really happened. If you don't like gay sex or like reading about one man's dirty sexual fantasies, please don't leave negative feedback because you were "surprised". It is the furthest thing from being a great work of art, it's just a cra...
One evening as I was driving home from work I encountered a traffic jam due to a multiple car pileup. I didn't want to sit idly in traffic so I turned off into a residential area figuring I could find my way home. It might have taken longer than waiting in the traffic, but at least I would be moving. Winding through the residential streets I saw a new house...
"I think he's signaling to you, sugar." I'd stopped to talk to the two guys who regularly positioned themselves at the corner of 4th Street Northwest in Albuquerque and the alley in which I temporarily resided in a cardboard carton. I hadn't been there long following a relocation from Las Vegas and, although I'd found some work as a gofer on a high-rise con...
Revised version copyright 2009 by the author. Committed readers of my stories will notice that this tale is a prequel to two others already posted. A prize to the first person who writes and tells me which ones . * It's getting a little hard to remember with all the "For Sale" signs going up on my block, but not too long ago times were good, and people we...
The two construction workers worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning up for the evening around the construction site on the new house on the steep hillside overlooking the pounding surf on the rugged coast below. The two moved together, in fluid motion. They were having a boisterous and obscene conversation of what the two horny hunks planned to do to their...