When I'm horny even as much as a heterosexual male as I am the idea of having another man take me raises its ugly head. I remember it started so innocently. I don't know how old I was but I know even now that it started with pornography. I loved women and I loved looking at women. It didn't matter if they were white, black, Asian or Latin as long as they ha...
Back in college, it was the early eighties. We had just come out of the seventies wher everything was cool and smooth and a little too laid back. Our lives as early twenty somethings was dominated by New Wave vs. Heavy Metal arguments, conservative politics, school and the reaction against all that. It was a weird time to be alive. I was in school in a smal...
Disclaimer: This is my first story I've ever written. It's completely fictional - just a huge fantasy of mine. I had just started a new job doing marketing, and he had just been fired from his sales job. He was only 2 years older than me, we met through a mutual friend after I was looking for a roommate to live with (the city I lived in was expensive, and...
I'm back home after a great week last week in Canberra having fun exploring the city and being Paul the Politicians boy toy. I couldn't post too much on my blog (Aussie Speedo Guy) because Paul is married and is a bit of a public figure here in Australian politics. But, after checking with Paul and running the first draft past him, I can now share with you...
I had known Stan all through high school. We were not friends but acquaintances. Early in our senior year we had eaten lunch at the same table. It was all guys who talked about guy things-sports, girls, politics. I knew that he was conservative as we both discussed how we were going to vote in our first election as we were both now eighteen. Stan got on my n...
I did a double take that I'm sure Rex noticed when I saw him at the back of the group of mourners standing on the other side of Patrick's coffin. It still was suspended on the lift, not yet lowered into the Oak Park cemetery grave. Rex was staring straight at me. He was a tall man, standing a full head over the other mourners, elegantly dressed, as always,...
Author's Notes: In light of what has transpired in politics these last few weeks, I thought it important to let you know, this story is a work of fiction I thought of on my own before the "scandals" came out. This is not poking fun at anyone or any particular state. This is just a story and is not meant to sway anyone toward any particular political party an...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
It was Monday of the last week of a six week management training seminar. I was hired during my last year of law school by this large multinational corporation that I had no interest in working at beyond the two year commitment I'd made. After undergrad, I spent two years in the Peace Corps in Africa. The conditions in the village I was assigned to were appa...
‘What on earth have I done?’ I said under my breath as I walked out through the pub’s exit. I had a fixed expression of disbelief embedded on my face all the way up the hill to the train station. I shook my head in the street to coincide with my thoughts—I dare not think now what passers-by made of my lunacy. I felt dirty, ashamed, uncomfortable, drunk, and...