I woke up the next morning. It was the first time that I had a pot hangover (it would not be the last). The year was 1973, and I was a freshman in college. I thought about the events of the previous day. I had sucked two cocks, roommates, Michael and Carl, and I had enjoyed it. Was I gay? My roommate, Alan, had heard my alarm and had woken up as well. He a...
Chapter Six -- Hook, Line, And Sinker Heathcliff could not believe his luck. He had trapped the bunny like the most skillful hunter in existence, and the awesome part was that he hadn't planned for it. No one could accuse him of foul play. Now he needed to calm down a little, no matter how exciting the prospect of having Aidan Spark over, after dark, was....
It had been a grey, dreary Saturday. Snow had been falling almost as fast as the temperatures. The entire city was shut down. It was quiet except for the occasional scraping of a snowplow's blade along the street. It was the first Saturday I had off in a long while. In fact I had the entire weekend off and had no idea what I was going to do with myself. W...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, which is why it was originally publi...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, and many sexless ones to come before...
CHAPTER TWO THE PINK DOOR I had been in every room of the house, from attic to basement. Partly out of curiosity, partly because I had to dust and vacuum. It was a big house and had many rooms. There was one room which remained a mystery to me though. The room I speak of was two doors down from my room. The door to it remained locked at all times. I neve...
Chapter Twelve - Gay For You. Or Something. Carter inhaled Aron's warmth, as they stood there, in the door. Okay, he hoped the guy was not going to get all sentimental because he had absolutely no idea how to deal with such a thing. As his best friend, Aron had never gotten so mushy over him, or over anything. He had been Carter's rock, well, at least, unti...
Halloween night grew later and more bewitching as each moment passed. The gay party in the chic London flat was reaching new heights of horny debauchery thanks to a very open and eager Rex! The stunning mature 40 year-old ginger haired stud was laying spread and gaping for all the guests to enjoy. The speculum was truly a miracle and the view deep inside Re...
Chapter Seven - Stiff, Stiff, Stiffer Carter took the glass of wine from the table with a methodical gesture, brought it to his lips and took a long sip of ... nothing. "Do you want more wine?" Aron asked him. "Just give me the bottle," he mumbled. He needed more than that, but he had to make do with whatever he had at his disposal. So he just drank...
Chapter Eight - Look At You Now The sofa was clearly there only for visual appeal and nothing more. Carter tossed and turned, but no matter what he did, how he coiled and uncoiled himself, he could not find an ideal sleeping position. Eventually, he settled for throwing his legs over one end, and lay there, like the perfect crash test dummy. There was no...