I woke up the next morning a bit hung over. "Did that really happen?" I asked myself. I wandered into the bathroom, took a piss, and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe I just stood there and let that happen. I guess the hardest thing for me to understand was that I liked it...I mean I REALLY liked it! Does it make me gay? I poured myself some...
Balancing my laptop case atop the pile of clothes in the laundry basket, I stepped through the propped-open front door of my girl's apartment. It was a large bundle. I'd have to set it down outside and go back for my cell phone and keys. No sooner had I placed the basket on the outdoor patio than I heard the slam and pop of the door shutting and locking. I t...
The weekend started the next morning, and after jacking off three times the night before high while flushed on the aroma of that little yellow bottle that Ray had given me, I finally awoke. I called Ray at the number he had given me. A recorder came on when I called, and without leaving a message, I just hung up. It was around 9:30 in the morning and I had t...
Jack and John I found my way down the hallway to the master bedroom, casually strolling in my nakedness. It was strange being naked in Bill's house. I had often hung out with Bill but never in this way and never with Jasmine. This new freedom gave me a sense of confidence (or was it arrogance) that felt great. I wanted to be naked all the time. The hallway...
Everyone wants me to admit I have a drinking problem. My lawyer said it is an important part of the plea agreement; my boss told me he'd keep my job open and I can return to work after my 30-day house arrest. Okay, sure, fine...sometimes I get a little hammered after work and on my day off but who doesn't? Anyway, I got into this mess because the cops said...
Lieutenant Robert Edward Grayson leaned back into his reclining chair, and grimaced as excruciating pain shot down his spine. The pills that they had given him last week weren't doing shit. He had been enduring the lasting effects of his injury for almost ten years now, and almost nothing seemed to ease his suffering. Sleep, and the occasional bottle of...
All comments and critiques welcome. * The lock cylinder didn't provide its usual resistance when I twisted my front door key. My condo door swung open and I saw a man's dress shirt and slacks folded neatly atop a pair of polished shoes on the stairs. It sounded like the TV was on in the den. As I came around the corner, I saw Jim, the man who had been fuc...
Here is the second Chapter many of you have asked for: Having just experienced my first butt fuck with the hooker, I liked it and wanted more. I couldn't help wondering what it must have feel like to have a long cock up your arse. Tony had already turned of the light and climbed into his bed as I just stood next to mine in my boxers. "Are you alright Gar?...
"That's it! This is the last time I am ever going to fall in love." The moment those words left my mouth, I found myself in a dark space. A space that was distant and remote, away from the voices, away from the stories that encouraged hope.' 'There he was, on OUR bed, fucking some fit young guy.' The image was too vivid, too visceral, too intense, too mu...
He was the new employee. Within weeks everyone sung his praises. Around every corner, the bitches were gibbering over him. Even the two cunts whom I fucked regularly, got their panties wet for him. I despised the fucker. He invaded my territory. I put a plan in motion to destroy his papistical ass. *** A Specialized Cooperative, we patrolled the city to en...