It was a rainy Tuesday evening. Mark Böhm, a young investment banker at J.P. Morgan, just got home from work. A busy Wall Street guy like Mark never makes his own dinner so he decided to order something from one of the restaurants in his neighborhood . That evening he called his favorite Chinese restaurant. He didn't like Chinese food that much though. Absen...
A friend told me about the cruise liners, suggested it would be a good job for the summer and they were always needing staff. I was twenty years old and that seemed to be a great way to earn some money and see a bit of the world. I was attracted to the idea and looked up addresses so I could write and see what jobs were available. Within a fortnight, I had...
This is not my first story, but it is my first M/M story. I actually like how it came out and most of my gay guy friends thought it was hot. I hope you all think so too. Feel free to leave comments &/or send me feedback. Positive and negative criticism welcome. Good reading to all of you. S.J. Please note that all characters are of my own creation. If you...
It was a warm Summers morning on the farm and I whistled as I walked jauntily down the farm track towards the woods. I was 18, had just left school and was preparing for one last lazy Summer holiday before heading off to College in the fall. Ostentatiously, I was off to go for a walk and gather up some wood that could be collected later that week for the fam...
(For a variation story on the first two paragraphs and the topic of a suicide attempt, see the sr71plt story "Helpful Hiker.") * I will always remember the barn. How could I ever forget it? It was a big, corrugated iron one, dull with age and with no windows on the lower level and just one at each end, up in the gable. Tall narrow windows that let light i...
At first I thought he must be selling something. He looked clean-cut and respectable, with a smart bomber jacket over his crisp white shirt and wearing a pair of black trousers and trendy geek-chic specs. He stopped me as I was walking out of the HMV shop in Birmingham city centre, opening with a refreshingly polite 'excuse me sir' and throwing me his best...
I was reveling in a false ending, having been sucked dry by Clint. He wasn't finished yet. His mouth had gone straight down to my butt. He was still holding me under my knees and he pushed my legs farther out and was kissing and licking my asshole. I came back to the real world in a hurry then. "Clint, no. This was great, but we're at $750 and that should d...
*Tres leches (three-milk) cake, for those who might be unfamiliar with Mexican cuisine, is a traditional Mexican/South American dessert, consisting of a sponge or other firm yellow cake that is soaked after baking with a mixture of evaporated milk, condensed milk, and heavy cream, then chilled. In some versions the third milk is coconut milk. The finished ca...
When I moved into my apartment, I was ecstatic. I had gone from sharing a three bedroom with four other people to being on my own. While I tolerated my roommates, even liked them somewhat, I needed my own space. The price of privacy was paying more for rent and utilities. I had a good job and could afford the luxury. I got an ultra-modern apartment in a qui...
The following weeks did indeed demonstrate a change. Josh spent as much time as he was able at David's, going around after work and staying on the weekends. It was summer, and the weather was quite warm. It quickly became routine for Josh to take his clothes off as soon as he entered the house, with David following soon afterwards. Sometimes they would fuck...