Copywrite by the author. Cannot be reproduced except with written permission from the author. When I travel, be it for business or pleasure, I like to continue my program of running as often as possible. This allows me to remain in reasonable shape. Running also allows me to get out and get some fresh air, as we know hotels and convention centres can have s...
Chapter Eight : When In Doubt {NOTE TO READERS: There is no actual full blown sex in these two chapters, but if you are reading this book these two chapters are very important to the story line, and the next chapters won't make much sense if you skip these. And come on, we all know everyone reading this could use a little rest about now. If you know what I...
I'm a middle aged married guy and this is a true story of me in Indiana. I would appreciate any comments or thoughts that you have to offer. * I belong to a health club in town here like so many of the other businessmen. This club seems to cater to a more upscale clientele, lawyers, doctors, business executives and the like. It's a good place to go for lun...
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. My mind was racing, my stomach was tight and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. What did I do? What am I going to do? I kept running it through my head. I was exposed, I was out there, this was way outside of my control. I had met a man at a hotel to suck his cock, something I had done before, but this time he recognize...
Some time has passed since my last visit to the video shop. It happens that a mistress intruded on marital bliss and the distractions excluded contemplation of cock sucking. Except to the extent that I have lately considered that my interest in cock, cock sucking, and the joys of anonymous male sex appear to be strongly linked to stability in my heterosexual...
Oh, Jesus God, the pain! I woke up whimpering and, in a momentary state of vodka-induced amnesia, rolled over towards Thomas for comfort, but he wasn't there. Or, more precisely, I wasn't there. I don't mean that in a need-a-ghost-whisperer-to-point-me-towards-the-light kind of way (though given my hangover, I wouldn't have minded being temporarily dead, o...
It was snowing in Washington, D.C., and after battling skidding cars on the Beltway for an extra two hours trying to get into work, I suddenly decided that it was time for me to head someplace sunny. It was my lucky day after all, because when I hit the office, everyone was in an uproar about reports from Havana that Cuban dictator Fidel Castro once more was...
Of course I didn't mention anything about that to John and I imagined when he woke up he probably thought he had cummed in his sleep, but the sight and feeling of his cock that night stayed with me for a while. From there on I tried my best to catch him asleep again – just so I can try to repeat the experience – I really wanted to feel his fat cock in my han...
6 All that Glistens ©Pelaam: February 2008. I was prompted to post this by requests to continue the series. Bart gave a guttural groan as strong, rough hands yanked his hips up and back, changing the angle of the hard flesh ramming inside him, as well as its speed and depth. His neglected manhood slapped achingly against his stomach from the force of the...
When I walk into the bar there are only a handful of people inside. The bartender gives me a grin and a nod; guess that happens when you're a regular. The waitress comes over to take my order and I admire her uniform. This place is attached to a very nice hotel, so the waitress's uniform is a cross between professional and slutty. For some reason, that turns...