Chapter Seven: Interlude Two As Abazar finished the melodious telling of his story, the golden youth, Michael was kneeling between his spread thighs and sucking on the bulb of his cock. Abazar's hands where playing in the curly blond hair of the beautiful youth, and he leaned down and kissed him on the head. Michael was in a haze still, having heard and ab...
I've always enjoyed college football - doesn't everyone?! We all have our teams and get sucked in to the ever increasing crescendo of conference titles, bowl games and national championships. While often a family affair, the constant stream of TV coverage provides an approved respite and opportunity for the guys to escape the weekend chores and huddle-up in...
Mornings for James Wendell were a blur these days, starting with a jerk out of bed and ending with him preparing himself the same way each day towards his desk at The Kleinmann Company. William Kleinmann, Jr. had been C.E.O. for almost twelve years after the company's founder, William, Sr. succumbed to brain cancer. The senior Kleinmann's genius was tainted...
We found his ad on Craigslist. He was coming to our hometown and was looking for a fun couple to hang out with. After chatting with him online for a few weeks, we decided to at least meet him for a few drinks. We figured we should see if we "click" in person. Tonight was the night. I watched you shower and noticed the extra attention you gave yourself. The...
During summer last year, after a long day at work in a foreign city (and with an early-morning appointment the next day), I returned back to the hotel, too exhausted to explore the city any further. Instead, I made my way to the rather empty hotel bar and ordered a glass of scotch, no ice. Still in my suit, I sat down at an empty table and began browsing thr...
For weeks I had been planning what I had finally managed to do. Since I'd moved into my new neighbourhood, I've noticed the routines of everyone in our area. The school run, the post man, the business man who's always late, and the 6am runner before work type. I'd especially noticed the runner who lived 2 suburban streets away, in his very clean white nik...
My morning routine is the same six days out of the week. I awake before dawn, and bathe and dress myself in one of my uniforms. I live in a small room that adjoins my liege's chambers, and I am expected to attend upon him almost as soon as I ready. I get one day off each week from my duties. Prince David awakes at 7 a.m. most days, and by 9 a.m. he is on t...
When I answered the apartment ad, I did not have high hopes. I had seen a mess of places and wasn't crazy about any of them, but they were all at over the top of my price range. This one sounded too good to be true, and I assumed there would be some hidden catch they had casually forgotten to mention, like that parking was $400 a month extra or there was an...
All participants are over 18. This is a fantasy that was inspired by a real encounter. ***** The old man got on the bus at exactly eleven p.m. Neal remembered so exactly because he checked the time on his phone to confirm the bus was still on schedule. Sure enough it was. He still had a seven hour ride in front of him to reach his destination. It was fas...
It was Saturday afternoon at the end of a long week of retail. I manage an upscale wine shop in an urban residential neighborhood. Many of the customers with whom I deal are gay and, to tell the truth, you couldn't ask for a nicer group of people to sell wine to. The kind of "eat, drink, and be merry" feeling in the gay community is certainly not a bad phi...