Their regular poker nights had been a firm tradition. The five guys had met years ago. They'd all grown up through school together and by an amazing stroke of luck they'd all ended up at the same college, not only on the same campus but in the same dorm. That was when the poker nights had started. While they all shared a dorm it had been a monthly meeting...
'So, you're eighteen?' 'Yes Sir.' I said. 'And you have finished school then?' 'Well, out of necessity yes.' 'And why do you want this job?' I stopped and looked across at the middle aged Mr Jenkins, dressed in a boring pin-stripe suit topped with a red tie. A large desk covered in paperwork sat between me and my potential employer. Hesitating, I decid...
My neighborhood pal Dennis and I had grown up together, goading and daring each other into lots of stupid boy-type stuff. I recall one warm summer night while we were out riding bikes, I dared him to ride out to the lemon shed with his fly open and his dick hanging out. We just did stupid adolescent stuff like that as we were growing up. Anyway, after gradu...
As a college freshman at a state school in the Rocky Mountains, I was a pretty conservative guy, especially considering all the boozing, drugs, and wild sex that was running rampant in my coed dorm. My high school years were very low key; I had dated the same girl since sophomore year, swam competitively, and studied hard. At university, I was in way over my...
I had always kind of sucked at poker, but never like I did last Thursday. I sat at the table with the regular gang of guys. Ken was winning the night. He was a big guy, easily over six and a half feet tall. Played college football back in the day. Vishni was from, I think, Pakistan. He was Asian/Indian, dark, inky black hair, a quiet type who was a computer...
I just moved into my new place, a nice house on a quiet street. So I thought that I would have a little house warming party invite a few friends and my next door neighbor. So the party was under way and everyone was talking to my neighbor about him turning his basement into a game room. I kept hearing about my neighbor turning his basement into a game room...
So I had a friend named Reshawn in college who also had a serious obsession with poker. We played obsessively, convincing our friends to join us for a game in our dorm whenever we could. When we couldn't get a game in person, we would play online, share stories over IM, and sometimes trade money on the various sites. One day Reshawn had asked to play on my...
I knew as soon as I was coming close that I should not go on—that there was nothing to go on for. At first I sensed it; everything was too quiet. None of the small animals and birds were about, and the bushes themselves seemed to be holding still in fear. And when I came closer, I could smell it on the air—the fear was there, but also something else. Nothing...
"Pretty hot work." "You can say that again, sir. And that's a pretty hot car you got there." "Thanks. I'm addicted to Corvettes." "What year?" "This year. I usually trade up every other year." "Shit, man. That's beyond my imagination. Oh, sorry for the 'shit.' We were told not to curse around the motorists." "No problem. It's a fuckin' good set of whee...
I was an average, happily married white guy. We had been married for 18 years with an excellent sex life. I had never in my life ever thought of being with another man in any form. We live in a nice upscale middle class neighborhood. Everyone knows everyone, and we all get along very well. Neighborhood picnics, hanging out, camping, all that. When we first...