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...
I scanned the isles as I looked for something to buy. I was probably going to get out of the store with only gum but I just wanted to be late. My stupid uncle had kept me waiting for around fifteen minutes, so I figured I'd get payback and make him wait for me too. Whenever it was someone else doing the favor, he would arrive thirty minutes early then chasti...
A stone had hit my windshield and left a small crack in it. I called my insurance company to get it fixed and they said that I could either take it to a local facility or a technician could come to my home and repair it. Opting for the easiest way to get it fixed, I made an appointment for the tech to come to my home and repair it on site. It was set up for...
Bobby had heard all the stories about Mr. Springer, but still liked being his assistant coach for the college swim team. They traveled all over the state, and Bobby enjoyed the long drives. He didn't have to travel in the loud, hot team bus, either. Mr. Springer always insisted Bobby ride in his car. As the season wore on, Bobby began to notice Mr. Springer...
To the ones who like gay stories, please forgive me if I've botched this up. I'd like to know if I've missed the point for this kind of story, and I'll try not to feel hurt if you'll tell me where I've gone astray. Of course, if you like it, I know I won't be hurt if you'll tell me. Remember, for us unknowns, the voting does little but give us whiplash when...
As soon as he came all over the cowboy's warm washboard belly, Scott's good sense returned to rip him a new one. The last thing he needed was to get involved with some closeted, macho asshole. That was the old Scott, the one he was bound to leave behind in Stillwater, who let his dick do the thinking when confronted with a pretty face. He was losing the acce...
Muscle flexed, body ground against body, sweat glistened across tight, hot flesh. He brushed one hand over his face to loose the strands clinging to him as desperately as he clung to his lover. Their bodies moved in tandem against one another, connecting again and again as the lines between love and lust blurred into blazing passion. His hands cupped his lov...
Introduction: It's funny- a lot of times when people meet us they think Jeff is the gay one and I'm the straight one. He's not effeminate, but he is an art history major with a David Bowie obsession. He dresses like he's ready for a party at Andy Warhol's Factory at any moment. He even LOOKS gay- practically hairless and very slender, with pouty lips and h...
Connor enjoyed the hot shower he was in. It felt cleansing, almost as if it were washing away his sins of the day. His recent money troubles meant that he couldn't pay his portion of the rent. His roommate Anthony offered to help him at a cost. He lathered up his face cloth, closed his eyes and commenced cleaning his ass. The price he paid to Anthony was a...
'Can I ask you something?' Bob's voice sounded a little strange. 'Yeah.' I replied. 'Why don't you like me?' my work colleague asked. I blushed beet red. How the hell could I explain to this big bear of a man that far from not liking him I was crazy about him. And crazy in lust too. Whenever I thought he was wasn't looking I would stare hungrily at that b...