So many times I'd wished to wake up without a hangover, more times than I could count. Never, in all my years, had I woke up wishing I'd had one, yet, there I was, upset because I wasn't somehow incapacitated. I felt great, physically anyway, but mentally I was undercooked scrambled eggs—worthless. I got out of bed and tried not to think about anything. It...
Chapter 3 - Ready Set GO! Almost I walked into the laundry room, slipping off my Chucks. I was about to pull off my socks but stopped, the voice of previous lectures delivered by Mom ringing in my head. "James Spence. Take those socks off. I have a mop for cleaning my floors, not your gym socks." Oh god forbid, walking around the house in white socks. But...
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...
I was just chilling around the house and decided to head out to the local swimming hole my canoe. I got my supplies, made some snacks, got some drinks and loaded up the truck. I got there, and I got the wheels on the canoe, placed the sandwiches and mini cooler in and secured them in and walked in to the swimming hole. I got the canoe in the water. I explor...
I hurried back to my room, grabbing my toothbrush, lube and condoms, stuffing them in my Nike back sack. It was chilly so I put on my super fitted long sleeve T. My balls must've known they were gonna see some action, because they were rolling. I jogged to J's. As I turned the corner and looked up at his window; it was dark. I slowed my jog and then saw him...
It had been a quiet day at my salon this Friday. I run a small salon in a midsized town in the western U.S. I do hair styling of course, manicures and pedicures and some massage. Some of my women clients like a relaxing massage, but since I’m gay, I assure you, it’s strictly professional. Yeah, I’m gay, but I don’t really fit the stereotype of a gay h...
Dear Mrs. Madson: I first encountered your husband online. He was in a chatroom for bi and gay men. His ID was 4dafunofit. I checked out his profile; and while he did list himself as married, there was a picture of his bare ass. I'm sure you know how sexy your husband's ass is, so it shouldn't shock you to know it turned me on. I initiated a conversation w...
Sorry for the long hiatus, y'all. *** The next few days flew by and Gus, Mark and Aaron made good use of their time together, limiting out on speckled trout and redfish everyday and filling each other up every night. They were all excited for the arrival of Ray and Max, who'd let them know they planned to leave mid-day Thursday from Kure Beach. Bill had go...
Romeo started his new job that Friday at the salon and learned the duties of being an attendant. Essentially had was to do what the hair stylists told him. After the salon closed for the day he was to sweep and mop the floor. Also he was to be sure that all equipment was clean, sterilized and laid out for each stylist. That Friday evening Henri came to the...
The builder's office shouldn't be dark at this time of day. True that the sun had set and it would have been dark in any event as the snow had begun to fall faster and was mounding up around the door. But Chet had made an appointment to deliver the plans for the Thornton's new house to the builder, and Danny had promised to keep the office open for him. Chet...