Chapter 2: At My House It didn't take long to get to my house. Rick followed me in his car. I was glad when I didn't see any of my neighbors out, didn't want to stop and chit chat now. We entered my house through the garage. I dropped my bag in the utility room and took Rick by the hand. "Come upstairs." I wasn't wasting anytime getting him in bed. Even th...
Normally, I prefer to cruise outdoors - it seems somewhat safer that way; a little bit more anonymous (and to be fair, a bit sexier!). However, one time in Brighton, I got to chatting to a guy online - you know the sort of places - local hook-up sites for horny guys to chat before they head out and meet up for all kinds of... fun times. I was pretty into it...
Walking on my own Leaving you behind You are crying out You need to speak your mind I could barely focus on the drive home; I was so excited to get home to my amazing girlfriend Laura. Today was our 3-year anniversary and I was going to propose to her. The ring I'd finally decided on was perfect, a gorgeous diamond that was encased by emeralds and sapphire...
It was late and I had been on the road all day so I pulled in to a small motel. I got a room that was in the back of the parking lot so I went to get some sleep. When I got out of the car I noticed all the lights in the parking lot were out but thought nothing of it. I went to the motel room and put the key in to the door and felt some guy put a gun to my ba...
With my white towel wrapped around my waist, and now clean, I left the shower room to explore the bath house. The first room that I entered was the video room - a large TV screen was playing scenes of men pleasuring each other. In the dimly lit room was a pair of guys - one laying comfortably on the couch while his partner was between his legs giving a noisy...
He lay in bed, looking ever so youthful as the moonlight captured his stunning face, displaying it like a priceless work of art. His jet-black spiky hair that was never messy, no matter how hard the wind blew, stuck out at odd angles where he had lain his head. His sharp high cheekbones, together with his angular jawline, framed his finely drawn sensitive fa...
Standing contrapposto, I stare at myself in the mirror and gently smile. The music on the radio fades in and out from a static to a strong signal as if each shift of my body entire affects its clarity. The day has been long and bleak, it's only positive occurring earlier when I got drunk and had such a wild time on the dance floor. And as I stare at my...
It was very late at night. My now ex-wife - “the bitch” - was upstairs fast asleep. I sat at the computer as I had for so many nights, for so many years, flirting, chatting and cyber-fantasizing with other men online. Men much like myself, pretending to be women in one room, the women our wives never were, or in another room, men who would never be again in...
High School: Confusion *1* All throughout high school, I was the kid that always couldn't wait to get the fuck out of here. Westbrook high school was a nightmare, in my mind. It was filled with rude guys, bitchy girls, and teachers that didn't seem to understand for a second what it felt like to be a teenager. It sucks. Being a gay teenager is probably ha...
I grew up in New England. My mom was a Sales Director for Boeing and starting when I was ten, moved to the West Coast for six months out of the year which left me at home with my dad. He was also a Director, but for an Investment Firm, so needless to say I had a great childhood especially being an only child. Everything was pretty good until I turned 18. Whe...