It was a late evening and I was on my way home from school after having had several late classes. Like most such nights, I was tired and just plain anxious to get home. I was at the station waiting for the bus to arrive that would take me home, and I wasn't alone. Many others were waiting for the same bus: those who also had later classes, those who had rece...
THIS STORY TAKES PLACE BEFORE MICHAEL AND BILL Anthony. After spending the morning looking for a new place to live (See Betsy and Lisa, coming soon), and calling friends for leads on roommate situations, I needed to get to work, but got to the mall earlier than my scheduled shift. I figured I might as well go shopping for a new leather jacket (perhaps I...
My story starts like most people's. I grew up in a home where you were told to act like a man. My father would often rant about how faggots were ungodly people doomed to hell. I was taught lusting after a man was the worst thing a male could do. I joined the Marines at seventeen; the manliest profession I could think of. I enlisted into the infantry and was...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. None of this would have happened if my flight out of Dallas/Fort Worth hadn't been delayed. I was royally pissed but there was nothing I could do. It was my own fault, anyway, for not having called ahead or checked the status of the flight on the Net. What can I say, my brain was fried. I'd just finished my fir...
Thank you to everyone who read and voted on my story. Especially thank you to the people who took the time to respond to me. I appreciate it. I was asked by quite a few people to share the other time I went back down to Louisville while my wife was out, so here it is. I wish I could tell you it was as hot and exciting as the first time, but it wasn't. It was...
Marks Unexpected Visitor Has A Tasty Morsel. When Sal's away Mark likes a flute to play. Before you start to run away with the idea that I am a musician, the flutes I love to play are usually attached to some nice young man who is quick to elongate at a mere touch. I am just a normal everyday guy with a nine to five everyday existence. Married to a tall s...
How long? How long can I fantasize and not act? I was in my late forties and my whole life I'd had fantasies of sex with another man. I'd come close to acting on them. I'd come close so many times. My wife was out of town and I used the time as I usually did, to stroke my cock and think about being with another man. I read stories and stroked myself, keepin...
You wait for me in the darkened room, leather encasing your wrists, my blindfold over your eyes, your knees aching from bearing your weight on the bare floor. I wonder sometimes what you think, bound as you are, preparing to give everything to me. Why must you do it? What is it about abasing yourself that brings you such contentment? I take a breath, then...
When I do my once a week stint with my beloved Badger it is usually on my day off, which is a Wednesday. We used to make it on a Sunday but it was the busiest time on the allotment and for obvious reasons, we wanted to keep our affair secret. Badger was happily married you see. But his sex life had long diminished. Alice had lost all her sexual prowess but,...
It was now almost one week since the greatest day of sex in my life. The Sunday before, I had spent the day fucking both my lovers, Rick and Ken, then later that evening the three of us had gone to a Halloween party where I had performed live on stage in front of a screaming audience. Being slightly inebriated and drugged, I was led on to a stage where the m...