My name is Rahul and I want to share with you a disturbing thing that happened to me last year. I joined a Zen Buddhist meditation group in the city I had recently moved to. I don't want to mention where it was. I am a specialist software engineer (computer programmer) and I move around the country depending on where the latest project is. I became intereste...
Author's Note: Avoid this story if references to smoking cigarettes and doing drugs will offend you. I wasn't originally planning to write a second chapter, but I decided to let my imagination run wild after reading all your comments. I'll likely end this story here, but expect some similar themes from me in future works. God damn it, Mike. I can't believe...
"I can't believe I'd never seen that before!" Matt exclaimed, as the closing credits of 'Spinal Tap' started to roll. "And you call yourself cultured," Benny scoffed condescendingly, though a smile at Matt's enthusiasm slipped through at the end. "So, what other kinds of stuff do you like?" "Other kinds of stuff?" "Yeah. You know, books, music, theater....
I am a masculine, aggressive businessman who keeps himself in good shape by lifting weights and cycling almost every day. I am married and have two kids who are terrific. I work hard, make a lot of money and go to church almost every Sunday. I was heterosexual and faithful to my wife until I was in my 50s. My attractive wife is a lot younger than me and we h...
My name is Jeff and when I was 18, after graduating high school and before starting college, I went to Italy by myself to do some solo traveling for a few weeks before meeting up with friends later in the trip. I had learned a bunch of Italian in high school, and was looking forward to immersing myself in the language to really learn it. I was nervous though...
During the eighth week of an acting class I was taking I was presented with a challenge which sent me into a tailspin. That evening started like any other. My fellow acting class members and I warmed up, did vocal exercises and performed some improvised scene work. Near the end of class, Mike, the acting coach, handed everyone a manila envelope. He told u...
Wednesday night and I was making my way to a speed dating meeting organised by the local LGBT group in a pub in the pink triangle of Edinburgh. It was a warm evening and I had my jacket over my arm. I was dressed to impress, pair of chinos and a yellow shirt and a new pair of brown casual shoes. I topped it off with the delicate scent of a nice Gucci aftersh...
Alien dust. It gets everywhere. It penetrates despite the best insulation science can devise. Cycling into the dome through the airlock from the crawler I feel the intimate rub of its familiar dry grittiness on my skin, that same urgency to cleanse it away. Once inside I head direct for the bath-unit. It's already in use. But I can hear the water tapering of...
Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings – right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into electr...
CANDID CAMERON Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Cameron and I met at The Fawcett Inn, an off-the-beaten-track pub some distance from where we work as we were both obviously keen that our chat should be spared the curious gazes of our co-workers. He ordered a pint but I thought it best for me to stick to soft drinks as I w...