Summer came and brought new interesting experiences. I had figured the summer would be a big bore. I had no girlfriend or any prospects for pussy at home. I couldn't imagine seducing any of the guys I knew in my town. Even if I thought there was a possibility, I would have been too worried about being labeled a queer to even try. Since I had to work all su...
A beam of sunshine filtered through the curtains in my room, hitting my eye and waking me. I rolled over, my head pounding from a previous night's heavy drinking. That's when I remembered. I'm staying at my uncle's place, the uncle I've not seen for decades and who I never really knew. The uncle who was letting me stay with him while I tracked down my dad,...
***Hey all, thanks for checking out my new story. I was really reluctant to write any pandemic stories, but this is based on a vaguely semi-true story and I just had to write it. I think there will be three chapters, it's just a short, light, slice of life sexy fun-times story. Let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy. -Penny*** "Yo, you wanna kee...
Hello Readers! Apologies that this chapter took a little longer than expected. As you can see, the chapters are actually getting longer and longer each time. This is the longest one yet! There are still more chapters on the way...and two spin off series coming as well. DISCLAIMER: The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended...
Marc pulled his suitcase into the parlor of Waverton with his eyes firmly on the Turkish rugs. Unable to manage a glance up at the carved grand staircase he had been thinking about for two months, he shuffled across the carpets towards the front desk. He should've canceled the trip and eaten the five hundred dollar deposit. "Reservation for Rosini," he gru...
So many times I'd wished to wake up without a hangover, more times than I could count. Never, in all my years, had I woke up wishing I'd had one, yet, there I was, upset because I wasn't somehow incapacitated. I felt great, physically anyway, but mentally I was undercooked scrambled eggs—worthless. I got out of bed and tried not to think about anything. It...
This is a copyrighted work of fiction. Do not reproduce without permission from the author. Thanks. Not A Date Monday night Ryan cooked. He made spaghetti sauce from scratch and homemade meatballs and put it over pasta he gave a fancy Italian name but just looked like little spirals to me. We watched an old black and white foreign film which didn't make m...
Chapter 86: The Missing Piece Yuri looks onto Adam's chart, her insides sinking, before looking onto the machines monitoring his heart rate. It's really not looking good. Adam's blood pressure is lowering more and more with each day, almost each hour. He hasn't been playing with the magnet links, and he's barely been eating at all. Every time Yuri talks to...
I quickly stopped at home, ran in the side door of the house and straight into the office. Breathlessly, I grabbed the folder of information - it was pretty much a brief of evidence, years of training for the old man is hard to break free of. The brief that dad had assembled for me was quite in-depth, from property prices in the area and surrounding district...
Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe that's the reason. I have to learn and relearn the same lesson over and over: Sometimes our dreams and goals spin around and bite us in the ass. I'm Chip Beaker. I'm in a lot of trouble. And it all started with that damn apartment. Way out on Santa Monica, it sat high over the street and glimpsed the big, blue Pacific, out ther...