This is the fourth and final part to this weekend series, it's in the gay male section and has elements of incest and older and much younger, so if that's not your thing then please pass gently on. I welcome comments and votes and emails too but if you can please be kind. ***** Sam and his wife lived next door to Simon and his Mum and the two women were nu...
I wasn't sure if I was really going to do this. I had fantasized about hooking up with a man for years, but now that the opportunity was really here, could I actually go through with it? I'm in Vegas, and what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? With a deep breath, I stood up, pulled my jeans on, tied my shoes, and I was out the door. He checked all my...
I was horny. No doubt about it. The day started with a look at a surveyor outside my apartment--working his transit out in the street. He was a big, muscular guy who looked like he'd stretch me happy around his big cock. Any man with broad shoulders like those and pecs that bulged his t-shirt had to be hung. Fuck, what a body. Perfect. My apartment was clo...
Usual disclaimers: Our main characters are consenting male adults who do not resemble to my knowledge any persons living or deceased. Sorry this chapter took a little longer... I've been sick with pneumonia. Don't worry, this is not the final chapter. Do read the previous chapters before or you'll be mighty confused. Thank you for all your kind words, Artie....
This will likely be the last installment of this story. The events I describe here may be the end of the 5 year arrangement between Jim and me, though on more than one occasion I have tried to quit seeing him and failed, so I guess we will see. We may yet see another chapter. For those of you who have not read previous chapters, the very briefest of summari...
Bourbon Street was hopping that night - loud music, strippers, beer and hurricanes, all of which I consumed with abandon. I remember little about what happened later that evening, but my buddies told me later that I was shaking hands with total strangers in Pat O'Brien's men's room, so they decided it was time to go. I remembered fighting off one of them try...
Randy starts to wrap up his life in Cleveland. Thanks, yet again, to LarryInSeattle for his editing assistance. ======== By the end of the week, we were falling into a routine. We're both habitual early risers. Also, we're both feeling like our pants are getting a little tight, so breakfast is easy enough. Coffee, black and Greek yogurt with either raw nu...
And his wife and son I breathed on my new chromed nametag and polished it on my sleeve. I had been promoted: Sergeant Lincoln Lovel. I attached it to my blue uniform shirt, checked myself out one more time in the mirror, and walked outside to the police car in my driveway. Life is good. My utility belt gleamed, newly polished; my buttons all glittered; even...
"Yes, I suppose you could add in a work semester, but—" "And not lose too much of the time if I continue to take and turn in assignments?" "Yes, but . . . this is hardly the time to . . . oh shit, oh fuck, do that again." Mark Carlson, who had stopped rising and falling on his professors' cock in a cowboy ride to ask the questions, moved his hips from sid...
Part 4: In which every good thing must end with a come ... My experience with Bruno dented and skewed my self-confidence. He'd used me. I'd let him use me. I'd willing allowed myself to be used. Then he betrayed me. But before Georgio threw me out, I'd laid my plans. I investigated his contact book. I know all about his gay friends. Now I follow up on the l...