Chapter 2 "More than a concept..." Man, that wasn't bad. Old Timmy has some skills. I got it made. Watching the game, drinking a beer, just dropped a nut. That whole thing was like what, five minutes? And it didn't cost a dime. "The fucking three yard line. Shit! Those assholes haven't been able to do that all season." "Yeah, no shit. You would think w...
My name is Steven Vincent wife and I had been married for eight years and lived in a newer middle-class housing development outside of Dallas when this story began. We were one of the original units in the development that now had over 150 houses with plans to double that in the next eight to ten years. We had lived next door to an older couple that retired...
Chapter Seven: Durango Interlude The next morning, after breakfast at a small way station where there was another change in drivers and the two elderly ladies got off—in the middle of nowhere, as far as Glade could tell—Tex followed Glade back to his seat. Tex sat down beside Glade and jacked him off again while murmuring in his ear about how nice he was—an...
It was my first time going to Cheyenne Frontier Days. I wanted to write this as soon as I got home because it was and still so vivid in my mind. We were walking along some vendor booths and enjoying all of the nice people and the weather when all of a sudden an older man riding a road bike pulls up close to the walkway and stopped and got off his bike and st...
"Maybe you best take it easy on the rotgut," Skinner said as the man at the bar raised his empty glass again. "That's your third shot in less than ten minutes. The ass isn't gonna be ready for you any sooner than it is. It's a busy night. Friday nights are always busy at the Buckhead ranch, and this was a payday here abouts. At this rate you gonna be well pa...
The Coffee Shop IV: Sex, Lies & Duct Tape. Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 2001. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as Animal360). Any...
The other night I went to a nearby mall for a hair cut. It was about 4:30 and I had about two and a half hours before the hockey game. I went up to the counter and the receptionist said, "Do you have a preference for hair stylist?" I told her I didn't so she escorted to me to a man who was between 35 and 50 and went by the name of Roger. He was a tall man...
The main street of Brush Creek was deserted now and the snow was not so much falling as blowing straight down, with occasional shifts to a horizontal direction when a strong gust of wind came along. Alex and Rob located the Melody Inn behind the McDonalds and got the Blazer into the unplowed parking lot with some difficulty. It was one of those old-fashioned...
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...
Author's note This is a mind control story, but it has a gay theme. For this reason, I put it in the gay section. ******************************************* Friday night, and Gary was off the leash. Time for some fun. Gary is a family man, wife and three kids, pretty much faithful, although he had slipped up a few times. He was able to slip away in the...