"Pretty hot work." "You can say that again, sir. And that's a pretty hot car you got there." "Thanks. I'm addicted to Corvettes." "What year?" "This year. I usually trade up every other year." "Shit, man. That's beyond my imagination. Oh, sorry for the 'shit.' We were told not to curse around the motorists." "No problem. It's a fuckin' good set of whee...
Finding myself in the passenger seat of my pick-up truck, shaved smooth as a new born behind is mind blowing. How the heck do I keep getting myself into these bizarre situations? I don't think I even recognize myself today as the same kid that moved up to the family vacation house just months ago. Since I'm in this situation, I might as well go with it, not...
No way is impossible Much has to be said for John Hopkins, the guy I meat last week at a gay club in New York. He was not as one might assume just doing what he did for kicks, He did it because of a sincere feeling and consideration for all those guys who could not just have normal comforting and gratifying sex. "It was almost as if people thought that, b...
Sleep eludes me, it's my fault, no doubt about that. How the hell am I supposed to go through with this crazy idea, I'm not really going to act this out am I? Hell no! Wait, I promised, agreed to go along with this wild fantasy role play, well sorta. The sound of soft breathing drifts down to my ears from the bunk above, it's hypnotic, stimulating, horrify...
Despite the fact that he’d only seen Alicia Wilton a few times around town, Jamie found himself trusting the woman. Her manner reminded him of Megan’s, warm and open, not the kind of woman who’d keep secrets or lie to him. Jamie relaxed just a fraction, more than he would have thought possible under the circumstances. Alicia plopped her briefcase down on th...
We were in the study of Professor Hendrick's house, in the late evening, nearing the end of the tutorial he was conducting. At least I assumed it was nearing the end, because I was very close to coming. We were in a straight chair facing his desk. Professor Hendricks, his hands wrapped around my waist was sitting in the chair; I was sitting on his hard cock—...
The Pilgrim theater was in what they used to call the 'Combat Zone' of Boston, the other end of Washington Street from City Hall Plaza, just at the start of Chinatown. I loved that place. Sadly, it's a parking lot now. Once a proud vaudville house, it became a movie theater in the late 50s. In the late 90s, it was a porno theater, a massive one. One where a...
I met Nick during my second semester in college. I was 21 he was 22. We were both disabled and in wheelchairs, We were both in residence; a fancy term that meant you were from out of town. I'm not sure what attracted me to Nick, or guys in general, but something about him was alluring. He had a slim build, dark curly hair, and brown-almost black eyes. Nick w...
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Jane brought Dale to a second Thanksgiving dinner to her father's place. Jane's brother, Sean, prayed they would have split up, but they didn't. Their father, Greg would host turkey day, and for several past years now, Greg's ex-wife Sarah, would come with pumpkin pies just to see her son and daughter, now in their twenties. Halfway into dinner, Sean contro...