He was tall, had short wiry reddish hair, combed straight back, stiffened with a product that had been unable to tame a couple of poking cowlicks. His face was boyish, pale skin with freckles, clear blue eyes bordered with red eyelashes. "Mr. Jones?" He held out his hand and gave mine a shake – strong, dry, callused. Not the hands of a boy, but I was proba...
J flopped on the bed and immediately spooned against my ass. When he started biting my neck and jaw from behind I got aggressive. I wanted to come again. "D?....roll over for me?" J went still. Dustin stared at me for a long moment then rolled on to his belly. I kissed him as I settled on to his back, cock hard in his butt crack. J provided some lube and spi...
Mark walked into the room and threw his tie and jacket onto the bed. He unbuttoned the tailored shirt and dropped the slacks to the floor. Getting home on Friday afternoon was always one of his favorite times. He could drop all of his office drag – the Brooks Brothers suits and shoes – and get ready for another weekend of fun. He enjoyed his job as the head...
*This is one of my darker stories. On the level of 'The Bottom Tier', or possibly a notch lower. You have been exhaustively warned at this point. So if you don't like it, take a hike. I'm a little sick of making excuses for myself at this point. If you are a fan, then thank you, for staying with me. Thank you for reading my stories, and thank you for h...
In the aftermath of our tag team assault on Kevin, I stand facing my Master. Our bodies drip with perspiration while our cocks hang semi-erect and my breathing returns to normal. I'm stilling looking at the soiled rubber Master has tossed onto the slut's back. I smile broadly and then I begin to chuckle as the post-orgasm euphoria sets in. "What's so funny?...
"Stop that," Cal said with a groan, "You're gonna make me come." "That's the idea," Vince said, lifting his mouth off Cal's cock, his fingers still wrapped around the root of the shaft. They were an hour north of Denver on I-25, outside of Fort Collins, making about as good time as Cal's old rattling F150 pickup could do. Vince had been playing with Cal's e...
Bathhouse Bang It was an uninspiring entrance. All there was to indicate the location was a metal grill in a cement brick wall between shop windows. No sign, no indication of what lay behind the secure doorway, no target for those prejudice fools who inhabit every society. I pushed the metal door and it opened, a bell sounded it's electronic warning above m...
Revised version copyright 2007 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: An earlier version of this story made it into print, in a publication that shall remain nameless. However, it had a different title, and for reasons of length the original ending was cut. Since it's been years and the magazine has long since ceased publication, I feel I can offer a revised version...
Cliff took me for granted. For some reason he thought I was safe. Once I overheard him tell one of those guys he brought home that he wanted only straight roommates, guys who wouldn't hit on him, because he only wanted to fuck when he was in the mood. Well, he had been in the mood a lot these past several weeks. And he also didn't know me worth spit. I only...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. It was Terry who introduced me to Richard and Wes. He'd called on Saturday afternoon to make sure I was going to be at Splash, the new downtown bar, that evening. "My friends from Houston are in town and I'd really like you to meet them," he said. "Any friends of yours are friends of mine, Terry, but you know,...