You ask what the secret is to my lying down for you, opening my legs to you, rolling my pelvis up for deep access, pulling your cock inside me, moving my core with the rhythm of you—what the key is to receiving the height of passion, the depth of service, the ultimate pleasure of total surrender to you from me? I don't ask for much; just a few minutes of ult...
I stare into my half-empty Styrofoam cup. The coffee's grown cold. I hate coffee, and this particular coffee smells like old shoes and tastes worse, but it's the only way I can stay awake at work. I've slept five hours in the past week. I am a fucking zombie. I'm curled up in the archives in the basement. No one goes into the basement. It's even more ugly,...
I am asleep on my couch only a few hours when I am awoken by the call. "Get up and get over here now, bitch" goes Matthews sweet voice over the phone. He hangs up and I struggle to get myself together. The couple of hours sleep is not enough, but I feel a little less tired as I move around. I dress myself in a new pair of white panties and am on my way. I...
I was long overdue for a vacation and since I wasn't seeing anyone I thought I'd take one alone, rather than with a friend or a group. And I didn't want to do what I'd done before, go to a gay resort where everything is so gay! gay! gay! An unattached dude at one of those places deals with too much shit. I just wanted to relax and I wasn't looking for a meat...
The new guy behind me just stood there as I felt his large presence near my exposed and restrained body. He didn't utter a single word to me, probably just bewildered and surveying me in restraints while plotting his course of action. As I heard the adjoining booth's door lock, I immediately felt a hard calloused hand grip my tender aching cock and fondle...
When I first saw him, he was sitting on a park bench (and, no, he was not eyeing little girls with bad intent). He was reading a book. Later, I would come to understand that this was his default state. In this instance, the book was William Gibson's Neuromancer. I was pleased. Literate and sexy; the intellect and the libido are inseparable after all, or sho...
I didn't know if it was the unseasonal heat or the heavy work we'd done that day or Jake's scary stories or Miguel's empty bed that kept me awake in the dormitory that night, but I had nervous energy to spare. I would doze, but I'd wake up with a start and look over at Miguel's bed, the emptiness of it now explained, and then I'd check all of the other beds...
This is for a special friend, whom I hope will realize who he is should he ever find his way back to my page. I wrote it with him especially in mind. It might not be perfect but I hope you enjoy it. As a note, I left Max's image blank in hopes that people might be able to imagine themselves (or whomever they like) in his position, rather than giving you two...
"Go on, take them all. I know you want them." Damon Wentworth was standing there in that skimpy bathing suit plastered to his groin, showing which side he dressed on, and had the platter of crab Rangoon pastries shoved up under Chris' chin. It hadn't been the crab Rangoon that Chris had had his eyes on as Wentworth came at him on the terrace in back of the...
This story is a continuation of two previous ones about Mike and his best friend Adam. Both are married, committed to their wives and families, and yet unfulfilled in a fundamental way. These friends shared much together over the last few years, including sports, work ventures, and a yearly family vacation to Montana. Their relationship changed when Adam cou...