What I liked most about Aaron was the fact that he had no idea how hot he was. At age 19 he was at his physical peak: six foot one, buzz-cut brown hair, solid muscles, and a self-conscious smile surrounded by dense, dark stubble. Even at noon the five o'clock shadow of his beard was noticeable above his lips, on his nicely clefted chin, and down his rugby pl...
I wasn't very happy. My boss made me take a vacation because I hadn't taken one in years. Ever since I divorced my wife, I simply drowned myself with work. I didn't want to date or even look at another woman. I was just so damn heart broken. Heather was perfect to me. I guess she didn't feel that way about me since she had an affair with her old crush from h...
Chris wanted out of the Nevada desert. The dust piping his sinuses heightened anxiety. His old 99' Buick rolled its last leg—just making it to Rick's Auto on the intersection of nothing. There was an attached gas station that had not spilled gas in a decade. He pulled up near an open garage with breaks squealing. He rubbed and flipped open his worn leather w...
This is my first attempt at an erotic story. It is complete fiction but comes from my own fantasies. I hope you enjoy it and look forward to comments and criticisms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jeff is my neighbor across the street and he sucks. When I say he sucks, I mean it in several ways; First, he is as gay as the day is long, loves to flaunt it, and con...
Thanks to rexbrookdale for helping to edit this story. All characters are at least 18 years old. ***** Night has always suited me better. I've never understood morning people and their love of sunrises. No matter how many shades or curtains I have drawn, that blinding light slithers in to bite at my eyes. I fight it, roll over, bury my head between pil...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Driving over to Rugby for a meeting with a prospective customer, my car started spluttering on the A4304, and refused to respond when I tried to accelerate. Half a mile on, the engine was threatening to cut out altogether, so I pulled into the next lay-by, which was thankfully not too distan...
Being Gay and twenty-one years old in 1962 is not always easy... Of course, the Fortune Teller lied. Down a Walton Street edged with stalls, sideshows and gaudily beckoning caravans, strolling the chill illuminated darkness where it erupts into the fairground. The smoky spun-sugar aroma of candy-floss, hot dogs that drip with ketchup-blood, brittle golden c...
Editor's Note: story contains nonconsensual/forced sex. * When I was twenty-one years old I worked as an electronics installer for a company that sold computer systems. I mostly just ran the wires. One Friday my boss told me that I had to work the following Saturday at a factory that made concrete products such as the cement barriers that you see along t...
It was the day after my 21st birthday, I was finally old enough to drink! It was early in the evening, so I decided to walk down a few blocks to a neighborhood bar. It was pretty quiet inside as I sat and ordered a beer. An older man was sitting just down from me, and I noticed he was eyeing me. He wasn't in bad shape, probably in his late 40's with a goatee...
So there is graduation, eventually, and my old boyfriend doing hard time and me looking over my shoulder to see if the pigs are looking for his old fuck-toy. I wasn't political, there should have been no reason for them to come after me, but they say you are only paranoid if they are not out to get you. I laid low senior year, and interviewed well with the...