I hadn't been to that beer bar before. It was on the other side of the state and not in an area that travelled to with any frequency. But it was 9:00ish on a Thursday night and I figured I'd find some action on a couple of games of pool. I am a pretty good pool player, better than most and, truth be told, it isn't often that I meet my match. So, I knew I'd b...
I never knew that my straight-laced life could take such a turn. Until that day I thought my hidden life of masturbation would remain undiscovered forever. You see, I have an unusual way of masturbating. When my wife and kids are out of the house, I often head to the bedroom and strip to my underwear. I prop up a couple of pillows in the middle of the bed,...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** "Where are we going, Uncle Greg?" I asked curiously. We had been in the car for nearly an hour. My dad, uncle and I had been planning this trip for months but they wouldn't tell me any details. All I knew was that it was an important family tradition. "We're nearly there, Ben," U...
That banging is starting to annoy me, the roofers working on my neighbor's house constantly banging away. I'm still working from home, log on at 8.30, and plow through my usual workload. I can get through it pretty quickly and be on to my now normal housework. I do a wash, Monday, and Thursday weather permitting, hoover upstairs and down once a week, and hav...
'Louis leaned in and kissed Mark hard on the lips, running his hands over the rough cotton leggings that covered the thighs he wished to be between. It had been days since he'd rescued Mark from the tremulous seas, and this was the first time that his ward had been conscious and awake. The lips parted slightly and felt warm to the touch of his own heated lip...
People often ask me where I get my ideas from. I'm a romance novelist. Yep, I write those cheap and tawdry little paperbacks that fly off the shelves at the supermarket or the book store for $7.95 a pop; my books fill the afternoons -- and the shopping carts -- of America's housewives, fueling afternoon fantasies that their husbands can never fulfill. Oops....
Jeffrey ran along the path right behind his father-in-law, Richard Grayson, fifty and some on his back and still giving Jeffrey some trouble to follow. The trees lost their leafs in the Autumn wind as they trotted this way and that, in the almost deserted park. Richard was a bull of a man, standing 6'1. He was a quite charming man, calm in his hugeness, alw...
"So, where the fuck is your sister, James?" "She won't be back for several hours, she needed to go see our mom." "Oh, so do you want to wait for her here? Have a beer, maybe? Do you drink beer?" "Yes, of course, why?" "Well, I thought... never mind. I'll be back." Was Tom asking that because I was gay, maybe? The guy was a bigger moron than I thought, s...
Marks Unexpected Visitor Has A Tasty Morsel. When Sal's away Mark likes a flute to play. Before you start to run away with the idea that I am a musician, the flutes I love to play are usually attached to some nice young man who is quick to elongate at a mere touch. I am just a normal everyday guy with a nine to five everyday existence. Married to a tall s...
Content/trigger warning: This series contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context. * DUSTY I woke up this morning and for half a second my brain is mercifully empty, but then it's overflowing with the memory of everything that happened yes...