Fantasy Biker I get a kick out of cruising on my bike. Almost every weekend I'm riding the roads all around town. I usually ride alone, but at the end of my ride, I stop at a bar on the edge of town and have a brew or two before heading home. The place has its' regulars, but it's not a biker bar by any means. I shot a few games of pool with a couple of the...
The Coffee Shop III: The Good, The Bad, And The Hypnotized 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 1999. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as...
I met him on a blustery evening under the Cartier Bridge. The bicycle paths that ran along each side of the river were closed for the season. A layer of ice had already formed indistinct patterns on the surface of the water. But the trails were clear with barely any snow on the ground, and it was easy enough to duck underneath the leaden chain that stretched...
I no longer recall what triggered the idea of this little story. First, it's not erotic. As usual, I was torn about which category it would best fit in. At the heart of it are the feelings of two men for each other, so I went with "Gay Male". If you're looking for a quick sexy read - this is not it. Although there's no sex, all the characters are over 18....
When my date Joney arrived to pick me up I quickly inspected myself in the mirror for a last time. I looked in my early thirties with a pale skin and short black hair that actually looked grey because of the white highlight. I had added a touch of pale lipstick. My eyes had been done with a black eyeliner and grey makeup. I wore a short jacket that ended jus...
This is an ongoing story, it might be a good idea to read chapter 1 before continuing on. ***** Winter Break Chapter 2 The thing that Tom liked least about coming home after four years of college was the obligation he felt to reconnect with friends who had stayed back in Boston to either start their lives or go to college there. His friends were mixture...
Even though he was late - the knock on the door startled me and jolted me out of my thoughts. I'd been thinking (not for the first time) that having our meeting on Friday afternoons was not a wise idea. I'd had the hots for him since I first saw him - but my "Gaydar" isn't great at the best of times. Made worse by the fact that while I masturbate every week...
Jan received word, her divorce had been finalised, her Ex's reason. Trading her in for a younger model. Her flat mate Jean was out late, a business meal with her station director. She was a radio presenter, already divorced, same age as Jan 42. Jan was a senior executive in the oil company where Vince worked. She wanted to celebrate, home alone, with a hot b...
Standing with a gloriously erect cock in each pumping hand, the feeling of pure sexual power over each man was overwhelming. My own jutting cock was being stroked, adding another strand to the incredible intensity of the action in the room. This was wanted I had, two men helpless against the pleasure of my closed fists sliding along their pre-cum lubricated...
We had begun building a dungeon in the basement of our 1740s townhouse, had used it a few times, and were acquiring a decent collection of toys and equipment. My boyfriend/partner/lover/husband (I'm never sure which term to use) and I were drawn together in part because of our sexual preferences and predilections; finally I'd found someone who was comfortabl...