Well everybody you'll have to forgive me. I normally write stories not accounts so this is a bit awkward for me but there doesn't seem to be another way to tell this story. I can't sit back tell this story like it happened so somebody else because it didn't. It happened to me and I can't sit back and tell this like it was some kind of story I made up about s...
It's not that Sean didn't see and understand the effect he had on other men; it's just that since he entered his dreamworld with jacko242, he didn't really give a shit. And it wasn't as if he hadn't been a player before he had succumbed to his new world. His boss in the architectural firm had known Sean would put out—and he certainly had no inkling why Sean...
How it is that we eventually choose what we like is beyond me. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to the whole mess of being straight, bi or gay and add to that the subtle taste differences that come with those different varieties of connections. I might not know why I like what I like... but I know what I like and this is the story of Darnell. I was nine...
Disclaimer: Even though this story can be appreciated on it's own it will make more sense to read "CURIOUS WM 30" first. If you do not understand man to man sex or worse, loath it, please pick another story and don't waste your time. If you can offer insight or constructive criticism please do! I welcome any honest attempts to help me write better or underst...
This is a continuation of "He was My Boss" Chapters 1 & 2. Reading those will provide background as how my life underwent such drastic change. ***** Having had a short but intense education in male/male intimacy during the summer following my high school graduation, I was now leaving home for the first time. Thoroughly sexually confused I would now be goin...
Recap: Cin has "softened" my looks so that I appear less masculine to her lover Stan. It continues below. Married! I asked and she said yes. Cindy and I were wed in a quiet ceremony in a courthouse by a Justice of the Peace. Our only witness, a clerk in the building at the time. Our honey moon did not include her lover Stan. For that I am thankful. But...
Chapter 8: Fireworks Rob and I snuck off every chance we could to kiss and cuddle, our bodies begging for as much contact as possible. We hadn't managed a sleepover since the night of the homecoming dance and we were almost desperate for some private time. Fall weather was firmly entrenched and winter was on its way. The end of October our town had its' ann...
This is a first submission for me and I look forward to any and all feedback. Thanks so much to Woody for letting me annoy him while he did my editing. Thanks also to the other guys out there who let me ask some of my dirty little questions! Enjoy! ~~~~~ Somewhere along the line, I got lost. I'm not sure where it happened or when, but I'm definitely lost....
It was a steamy, smoke-filled night at Hernando's, and I and the other two guys had been dancing to the music on the small stage for twenty minutes. I was already down to the ten-gallon hat, the pinto pony vest, the cowboy boots, and the low-slung belt and six-gun holsters with the even lower slung eight-inch gun swinging in between and nothing else on when...
Monday morning, Anna and her mom took one Escalade, and Mark and I took the other. We were headed to the cabin my great grandfather built. Anna and my wife were going to the college that Anna planned on attending in the fall. My sons may join Mark and I later in the week. Even with all that had passed between Mark and I, the trip was nothing unusual. Idle c...