It was 1977, a while ago now. Seems fresh in my mind. I had caught a ride to LA with a thou buried in my boots. That was a bunch of money back then. I was a young stud, and construction work was good to me. I was pretty ripped, and didn't drink or smoke the earnings away. I could weld, and that seemed to get me jobs quickly. I knew street Mexican, too. I l...
DISCLAIMER: All persons, events, and places are fictional. Any similarities and/or recurrences of persons, events, and/or places is surely coincidental. All participants in the story are at or above the age of 18. Ever wonder who your "true love" may be? I know I did. Well, I remember explicitly the day I learned. It wasn't the situation I had dreamed of, o...
"So when are you two gonna make out already?!" Michael, Ian, and Michelle all met in a Chemistry class at university, becoming fast friends. Over the last few years, the trio were inseparable, especially Michael and Ian. In the last few weeks, Michael and Ian had formed a habit of working out together when they found gaps in their schedules. As the warm spr...
The alarm went off at the usual time. Ugh, Monday morning and a work day. I slept well. The activities of the weekend came back into my head with a vengeance. I'm now a man that enjoys sucking cock. First Bob's and then Randy's. Thinking back, I couldn't believe how easy it was to become submissive, taking they're instructions without hesitation. I could hav...
The knock on the door had to be Tom. We both liked girls, but after that drunken same-sex experience with each other in college we seemed to be hooked. The past three years of man-sex was intense, but I think I was more committed than Tom. Well, at least up until today. I work so hard, I usually don't have time for much of a relationship and women tend to n...
(...father-in-law-confidential - Prequel) As with most works of fiction, there is plenty of real life experience blended into this story. This actually happened - up to a point... Enjoy. -GJ ---------------- I had boxed up everything in my three room basement apartment and was waiting patiently for my father-in-law Edward to arrive with his pickup truck....
Published in Stallions and Other Studs, Scott O'Hara (ed), 1995 Posted to Internet circa: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 [Usenet] Stored on The Nifty Archives * * * * * The band plays on the stage. The air is blue with smoke, hot, and reeks of Miller and Budweiser. The kids cluster round the stage. The typical crowd -- jeans-clad, long haired, leather-jacketed, tatt...
This could be a problem. I work in one of these small start-up companies that pride themselves on how "modern" their open-concept offices are, and yet our boss is as douchey and our rules are as strict as any of the big companies—and I'm one cog in that douchey, strict apparatus. As part of the IT staff, it's my job to police my coworkers, checking up on th...
© 2014 by R. Keith Peck He lights up the joint he'd been fingering the moment he steps off the bus, even before the other riders dispersed Looks of horror are fired his way. Doesn't he know where this is? This isn't Denver. This isn't the inner city. This is suburbia. We're normal! A mother with a Greenpeace handbag clutched her fifth-grader's shoulder and...
I was back at the ABS (Adult Bookstore) in New Jersey. It was a nice evening in September, and I really only wanted one thing – to get into the booth with the glory hole and suck cock. As many as possible. But it didn't turn out that way, this time. Something else entirely happened. As usual, I parked my car so it wasn't obvious or visible from the main roa...