The following is a work of fiction. All characters have attained the age of 21 years or older. **** I had just checked into my hotel in rural bum fuck just as the sun set. Dragging my bags into the hotel through the rain had left me cold and a tired. "Damn it!" I shouted at myself. I realized I had left my phone in the car after getting undressed for a...
I had wandered into the bookshop to kill time. My appointment with Carol at the employment agency was for 11.30am and I had caught the eight o'clock train in from the lake. For once it arrived on time. The employment agency was on the second floor of the building and I found the bookshop at street level. I had an hour to fill in before I had to go, up so...
This is somewhat different from my other stories. I wrote it at the reuqest of a reader with the understanding it was going to be posted online for others to read. It was also the last story I wrote. All identifying information in this story were been changed to provide anonymity for the reader who requested it. All of the usual warnings and cautions apply...
Finally finding enough time last Thursday morning and mid-day to run a number of errands, it was possible to finally revisit a newly (re)discovered gloryhole. Going into the porn shop around noon, it was about as empty as during the last visit, on a Saturday mid-afternoon. After paying and entering the long and dimly lit hall, a couple of men could be seen...
Arriving promptly at the bathhouse's opening time on the day before New Year's Eve, the number of visitors was surprising. Four other men were around as I paid, and easily 8 other men were in the locker area at a time, the total in flux as people came and left as I quickly undressed. At the bar, the number of new visitors did not decrease, though there were...
***This is part 1 of 2, it it's the beginning and has some action, but less than part 2. So if you're looking to get straight to the action, skip this and go to part 2. * Continuing from the first story: Jim and I had chatted over email and off and on and decided to try and meet up again while we were both still in town. He said his wife would be out with...
"You got it?" Sanchez asks after a long drag on his Marlboro. His name's an affectation: he's lily white. He's Mom's sweet boy, cleans his room, does his own laundry, kisses her goodbye, sells joints and pills to highschoolers on Saturday night, then goes to Church on Sunday pretending to be sinless as starched white sheets. Typical American shyster. S...
Nothing is what it seems Dedicated to tampabayed * "Sorry, Eddie. That's just the way it is. Buck up, you'll get over it." He smiled like a poker player, no humor. "You'll find another cock to suck." "Chucky! Don't leave me!" When Ed heard the restroom door close behind his ex-lover, he pulled the stall door shut, put his head down on his knees, and c...
This is a completed four-chapter novella that will complete posting by mid-June 2018. ***** "You mean like tying me up?" I asked. Though he was sitting across from me at the table in a shadowed corner of Merry's bar, the round table was very small and he was pressing his knees into mine under the table and gripping my forearm firmly in a strong hand. The...
I've visited our local adult bookstore several times now, usually only when my wife is out of town. I'm not sure I could think up any excuse good enough to explain to her why I wanted to head out late in the evening, alone, and without needing anything at the store. Last Friday night happened to be one of those rare occasions. She was out of town for the eve...