It had been a long year. My first album was a smashing success and the touring to support it started in January and here it was almost Christmas and it was just winding down. The nightly parties had become more necessary than I cared to admit, the high of performing needing to be tamped down by as many substances, some legal, some not as I could get a hold...
The mood is mute, six men sit in Vince's lounge, all wearing dark suites. "I felt the funeral was very touching, especially your eulogy Lance," Don says breaking the silence. Lance stands up from the dining chair he was sitting on. Lance is wearing a suit Jacket that is five times too big for him, it was the only way of getting the sleeves over the plaster...
Howdy this is a standalone that I found on my laptop when clearing out files. It is a BDSM relationship between two consenting male adults. Sorry if you're waiting for Hooking the Hockey Player. I've been sleeping better and I am currently moving house and college is restarting for the year but never fear, insomnia is always waiting for me. Hope you enjoy, A...
The coach and Male Logic are irresistible to shy students Practically since the day I graduated, I've worked as a PE teacher and coach at *** University, one of the oldest in the South. I've always enjoyed sports. Love coaching. And something else: I never can get enough of young meat. College coaching is the best setup--all the students are over 18 (t...
Badger just loved to sniff cock. At first that's all it seemed he wanted. He'd call me his ginger boy - for obvious reasons. He was a guy of about seventy and somehow really turned me on, and me? I was only twenty but as Badger would say, a real handful - and I knew what he meant. I shall never know why but he gave me the time of my life in his small front l...
KENNETH I could tell what they thought when they saw us out and about together: the old wreck and his toy boy. I could see it in their eyes, that they felt sorry for—and perhaps a little disdainful of—him. That's why I haven't gone out with him in public for months now. But now it is even worse. He goes out alone, and each and every time, I agonize all the...
The irony still lingers. I was aboard a lemon yellow 707, one of the famous "jelly bean fleet" launched by Braniff Airlines in the 1960s, or more precisely, dreamed up by one the reigning ad agencies of the era, to give their client an edge in aero-hipness. The fleet was so named for the colors Braniff adopted, a palette including lime green, orange, and p...
About five hours in to my drive a gasket blew on my car causing me an unexpected detour to my closest dealership. I pulled in to the bay obviously annoyed and was met by a pleasant service advisor names JC. As I explained my issue and frustration, he smiled. Normally that would have made me more irate but, somehow, his smile did the opposite. He talked wit...
Matt's tongue was hanging out even before they entered Loudon County in Perry's Mustang, as well-groomed estate after large country mansion rolled by in gorgeous rolling countryside along the eastern foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. As an architecture student, he was in heaven. He was wearing a new form-fitting shirt and slacks from Joseph A. Banks and...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) CHAPTER SEVEN The elevator doors opened into the changing area of the locker room. Albert had a hard time tearing his eyes away from my cock. "As a club, many of the guys go by a nickname, and I'm thinking you should go by Horse." "Wow! You mean someone hasn't already snagged that overly used cliché?" "It's...