I recommend you read Part 1 first. Let me describe Timmons to you. Besides being a giant of a man he has a gentle nature. Now if you're smart you won't mistake his gentle nature for a lack of courage. On the contrary. Timmons doesn't need to act brave, use violence, or the threat of violence. Just his stature is enough to chill out even those quick to viole...
I found quite early in my experience—and, eventually, career—that being able to bareback in sex with a man was a means to please him to the extent that he would commit to me—financially and with favor, if not romantically. I found that it took me to higher levels of satisfaction too. So, after initially letting myself be taken that way out of naivete, I rese...
Note: While the name of the protagonist is the same, this story is not a sequel or prequel to my story Virgin No More. It's much closer to the truth of my actual first time than the other though. I parked my car in the driveway with a slight sense of resignation, not wanting to be here. I was at my former co-worker Donald's place for dinner, agreed to in a...
"Sven, you'll never guess what happened," I said as I followed him into the bunkhouse and closed the door behind me. "What?" he replied as he continued towards his room. "Aunt Claire," I said, hurrying after him, "she knew." "Knew what?" Sensing the urgency in my voice, he stopped in the middle of the room and turned to look right at me. "She knew it wa...
Lunchtime took me down 48th Street, almost to the docks, in the Hell's Kitchen area of Midtown Manhattan West. I was looking for more than a sandwich and a beer. I was fuckin' horny. So I was in a homo dive I knew about. I'd forgotten that it was mostly for shittin' fairy types, though, and had just finished wolfing down my burger and beer and had lit up a C...
I sat back down next to Rob and the journalist came over to us and sat on the sofa on the other side of the coffee table, facing us. "From the look on your faces, I suppose you know I'm not here to interview you," he told us somberly. "So, what are we here for?" Tom snapped nastily. He looked at us with a slight smile on his face and opened the folder he...
The summer air was dead. It was only Noon and it was already hot. It was going to be another scorcher today. I walked with my head down from Phil's Auto Body on the deserted sidewalk. Phil was my dad. I went to work for him after high school. No prospects for college, I wasn't interested in school anyway. My grades hadn't been that great and besides, I liked...
I had a good buddy when I was in college. He was straight. I was "straight." For about two years we were just best friends. But I had to admit to myself that I had the hots for him. He was really good looking. Golden blond hair, hazel eyes, a square jaw. He was fit and toned with broad shoulders and nice pecs. He had the build of a former high school basket...
Zach's Nurse This is a follow up to my first story- Head Nurse. It can be read as a stand-alone story or as a sequel to the first story. The shower water felt wonderful on my skin. It was probably a combination of the warmth of the water and the endorphins that were streaming through my body right now. A part of me was still in disbelief of what I had jus...
He deceived me. Or did I deceive myself? The late June wedding was being held on the Nags Head beach not more than six blocks down the Outer Banks from my East Driftwood Street cottage just south of Kitty Hawk. I wasn't at the wedding ceremony. I was home, where I was drinking beer, crushing cans, watching the clock, and seething. I was slouching in a brok...