Chapter 12 - The Long Road Begins December 19th - Rehab after major trauma is a bitch and I was am not looking forward to going through it again. As if losing 3/4 of one lung wasn't bad enough, it was compounded with nerve damage to the right arm as well as muscle and ligament damage. I awoke this Friday morning to Tam gently stroking my forehead and the...
The fanfare of the New York fashion show's success had hugged the Lifestyle's column for almost a week. Prominently displayed was Damon's smiling photograph; so suave and debonair. He was the new darling of the world of haute couture. There was even one caption introducing him as the most available bachelor of the year. Cindy was swamped with calls from wom...
This story is a part of a short series of stories following James a forty-something straight married man who has developed a love of cock sucking. Other stories are based on true events. This is what he would like to do; visit a gloryhole. It's a story about the protagonist setting up multiple scenarios to fulfil his urge while on a week-long business trip...
I'd known Matthias for about two years. We worked together, got to be pretty good friends out of work as well. Out of work started with the usual birthday drinks, leaving drinks, Christmas parties. He got me back into clubbing, he pretended that I got him into tennis. There were a few of us out just before one Christmas. Someone asked if I wanted a pill. A...
I met Damon for the first time on his 24th birthday party at Midtown Ramada Hotel. I was overwhelmed by his handsomeness and the haunting intense look of his brown eyes. He bore the good looks of a fictional character in a supernatural drama television series towering in his 6 feet height with an exciting sculpted physique. He moved smoothly oozing with se...
Author's Note: As promised, a longer story in time to give you all something to read over the holiday (given that it posts in a timely manner). This season, I am thankful that I did not lose my eyesight. I also give thanks to all of my readers, and a whole heaping of thanks to Nelle1022 for beta reading, editing, and providing much appreciated input. ****...
Every 4th of July, I travel from my downtown loft to my sister's vacation homes on Thomas Hill Reservoir, an expansive lake in north central Missouri. The lake, which is huge and placid, is virtually unknown. On any given 4th, there are a half dozen or fewer boats on the water, in stark contrast to the more bacchanialian and busier Ozarks two hours to the so...
The front door flung open and there stood Thomas. Smiling warmly and striking a dramatic pose with arms wide and robe open, he let the entire neighborhood see his firm, tan body. Swirls of soft black hair covered his chest and flowed down to the jockstrap that held his fullness. . "Quite the doorman," I said with heartfelt admiration, "but good thing I wa...
Note: I post this in gay male so as not to offend any straight men that would read it if I posted as group sex or some other category. My regular readers know that my characters have complex sex lives that do not easily fit into neat boxes. * Two days after the talk with Nateal I was back in Donald's bed, consummating my position as first man so to speak....
Before starting my tour of duty in Okinawa, I thought my primary talent was playing the piano. I was soon to learn otherwise, though, and my late coming to "the" life gripped me like a disease or an unshakable habit. I had known since not long after puberty that I had an unusual attraction. I had formed friendships quickly from my days in high school—and no...