"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...
1 I never expected to end up in this position. Cold, alone, desperate, I huddle beneath the overpass and try not to think of the things my parents had said no more than three hours beforehand. You're gay? they'd asked, then repeated it by saying, You're GAY? I'd wanted it all out in the open, so I could finally stop hiding from not only myself, but the...
"Damn it, interact." "What's the matter?" Maddie asked, plopping himself down beside his boss, the producer of the gay male social media service "HookUp," Stan Cross, who was seating in Dodger's Stadium during a Los Angeles Dodger's baseball game with the visiting St. Louis Cardinals. Stan had a pair of binoculars, trained on the stands across the field, pr...
I lost count of the number of times Ant and I sucked and fucked during the night, all I could remember when I woke up was that it was almost light when we finally separated for the last time. He left shortly after that, promising to return later to help begin the search for Mikey and Jackson. I stretched out in the bed, the smell of sweat and sex still ling...
Big Cock Revised - Encounters AUTHOR'S NOTE: I published this story on Nifty.org ages ago. I have revised it with more mature eyes. The word "daddy" and "boy" refer to role-play only. Both characters are well over eighteen. This is purely a work of fiction. Please send comments and constructive criticism. Big Cock Revised By siktici Copyright 2017 "...
When I returned from putting myself back together after experiencing the pile, I found Brian sitting primly at the Bourbon Street Pub's bar, apparently no worse the wear from the poundings he'd gotten from the manrammer and the Jamaican's own rammer and playing kissy face with yet another shorts-only dude. I pushed the dude off Brian with a "this one's mine"...
Sun streamed into my hotel room, waking me from my alcohol aided slumber. My head ached, my mouth was dry and my memory of the night before was spotty at best. I heard the shower in my room running and confusion set in. I had come to the conference alone and I had no idea who could be showering in my room. I recalled talking to a woman named Janice early at...
[This is a completed four-chapter story that will post within ten days] ***** He should have known. He should have known that Hal Etheridge wouldn't have had him brought to a fleabag hotel like the Downtowner on 14th Street. Etheridge wouldn't be in a place like this. Chaz and Fred, two of Etheridge's minions—goons, really—had met Jason at the elevators on...
A Funny Guy's Biker Fantasy As I walked by a biker hangout, I thought of a scene from "Peewee's Big Adventure." Three rows of motorcycles arced like theater seats from the sign of a biker bar called Restricted. After I recovered from the giggles, I wondered why anyone would name a bar with a word that means prohibited. Wasn't the goal to get people in the b...
Even though Toby and I were fully confident Mr. Doherty was deviously playing matchmaker with us, it didn't stop our play from turning to actual panic when, across the house, we heard the familiar sound of keys rattling. Conveniently, after a few hours of rollicking about I was still somehow free of wearing spandex gear—Toby liked to hold it against me after...