Carl and Mark sat across from one another staring into the campfire. Each lost in his own thoughts, comfortable enough with one another to allow the silence to stretch out as the sun sank slowly over the tree tops. The disappearance of the sun did not take away the oppressive heat of a midsummer night in southern Mississippi. Carl watched sparks jump deep...
Please read Part One first, as this might not make sense without that. ***** As we settled back into the bus that would take us to Denver, we both found separate activities to pass the time. I noticed Kyle was taking advantage of the free wi-fi on board this and was reading a blog about amusements parks. I couldn't contain myself. "You're a roller coaste...
This began simple enough but turned into a total fucked up mess with me in the middle and center of attention. Having been married a long time it's easy to become very definitive in your lifestyle. For years my wife would always bug me about tasting my own cum or dining on a cream pie. Weather she blew me and fed it to me or eat her out after I came in her p...
The length of the trip isn't a surprise. The sheer boredom of the trip isn't really a surprise either. I'd taken this trip at least thirty times, back and forth. I leave from Kenosha, WI at about 7pm, drive all night and find myself in Rapid City, SD at a bit before 8am their time. The trip on I-90 isn't just boring. It's mind-numbingly boring. My family...
I spot you in a bar with a group of friends -- wives, girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands - at a table near mine. You're all laughing, having a good time. Friday night is always like that, the end of the week, time to relax with friends, a few drinks, no work until Monday. A lovely, jovial ambiance. I catch your eye and I can tell by the way you look twice a...
Back in college, it was the early eighties. We had just come out of the seventies wher everything was cool and smooth and a little too laid back. Our lives as early twenty somethings was dominated by New Wave vs. Heavy Metal arguments, conservative politics, school and the reaction against all that. It was a weird time to be alive. I was in school in a smal...
These stories are all true. My college years started out as a blurry, confused mess, but -thanks to a number of generous older gentlemen- I was able to discover things about myself that I never knew before. Namely, that I love to be on my knees, taking cock. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was 18 and headed off to college for my freshman year. NYU was looming on t...
It was when we were visiting my brother and his wife at their South Carolina beach house, last spring, that I had my first experience with another man. You'll have to decide for yourself what "category" this episode fits into. To this day, I am not sure myself what I would call it. I play tennis quite a bit at home, and there was a tennis club that was part...
During the early 1990's, not long after my 18th birthday and high school graduation, I discovered a cruisy restroom at a motel. It was a place where men could go to hook up. There are still some places like this, but the Internet has pretty much made the cruisy restroom a thing of days gone by. This motel was only a few blocks from where I lived. I discove...
How The Three-Way Partnership Began Jackson could feel the rhythmic beat of the music throbbing through his chest. Looking out at the dance floor, he felt a corresponding throb lower down as he spotted the petit blond swaying and grinding under the colorful strobe lights. Mickey looked like he was having a good time out there, and his ass looked particularl...