Hi there, one more story for you. This is a story about an affair with a cowboy. I think it is everyone's fantasy to have sex with a cowboy. Let me tell you one more thing. I have written about something called 'gay tests' in this story. I conjured it up right when I was writing. I have no way of knowing if these tests work or not. They are just a figment of...
It is a brutally hot day in Texas, the heat relents only slightly as the sun sinks below the horizon. Wandering into a bar for a cold drink, I find myself out of place among a sea of plaid shirts and oversized belt buckles. Strange noises from a back-room attract my attention. Peeking through the doorway, I discover a completely dark room except for the oc...
My eyes just about rolled up into my head when I came on duty and Leon handed me a ticket for a B-6 Cowboy Special. "I might have to take something to reload this fast unless they're all content with a mouth job, Leon," I said as I stripped and started to pour myself into the cowboy costume. "Naw, that's why I saved that ticket for you," Leon said with a s...
Getting laid in rural Kentucky has proven difficult. For as long as I remember, I was teased, laughed at and at the worst, beaten up and embarrassed publicly because of who I am. I decided on my eighteenth birthday to leave my country home and visit the city. I drove my beat up pick up truck toward Atlanta. I had seven hours to imagine what was to come. But...
Despite Lee's warnings—or perhaps because of them—Marshall spent the entire day breaking in his new boots in preparation for the trip to Partners. As added protection, he placed a band-aid on each heel. Better safe than sorry. They surely were beautiful boots. He admired them in his and Lee's full-length bedroom mirror, twisting and turning to catch the whol...
Reno let himself into the Shinjuku-sanchome, Tokyo, art gallery hallway and quietly went from room to room, running along the left of the hallway from front to back, to make sure that Haruo had closed down everything properly. Haruo's better innings were past him. He seemed to be deteriorating more and more each day. He had suggested that Reno might want to...
Everybody was decked out in cowboy boots, jeans, and bandannas at the afternoon barbecue. Of course, Derek with his sleeveless button-up shirt, tight jeans (with a big buckle belt), and cowboy boots looked like the Playgirl cover model for the cowboys issue. Everyone watched him swagger around the patio. Karen gave him a cowboy hat, and every gay guy and str...
So, to say the least, I had suddenly become hot shit. Just kidding. If anything, I now felt like a complete imposter. Alex seemed to have accepted me as somewhat cool, and now Robbie added a level of intrigue, and Henry was ever present. Despite being hot shit, I rarely saw a text from Alex. I had already placed him in the category of "people who don't text"...
Raindrops were beginning to splatter against the windshield and distant thunder promised more bombast as I reached a Y in the road I hadn't expected and was forced, in view of the lights bearing down on me from a vehicle somewhere in back and near to me, to make a decision. "Take the high road" wafted through my brain. I had no idea why I had remembered that...
* * * * * * * * * * Note: This is a BISEXUAL story. It has male-female and male-male-female sex, as well as male-male sex. * * * * * * * * * * Rick and I were about to settle down for a Sunday afternoon of sports highlights when the text arrived. "Change of plans," I said. "What's happening?" Rick asked. I handed him the phone. Bobby's message was on t...