"Gay for a Day" Max had just gotten off the phone with Cindy Margolis, who with very little finesse, dumped him. He had been dumped before although it had been a while. The problem was tomorrow was Halloween. The best parties of the year would be all over campus and now he didn't have a date. Thankfully finding ladies had never been that difficult given h...
I could hardly breath, his thick forearm, pressing hard on the back of my neck, driving my face into the sanitized cotton pillow at the hotel room near the airport. An inconspicuous place full of the unfaithful searching for anonymity, lust and release from the humdrum of their lives. Looking for the gratitude and love that was in short supply in a world too...
It felt so natural... I didn't even give it a second thought when his hand trailed down to my thigh. He looked at me with that thrilling mix of anticipation, horniness, caution, and fear of rejection. The only thing I could think to do in that moment was to lean over to him and give him a gentle, tender kiss. As we kissed he found renewed confidence and his...
I met Joe at the first night of the conference. There was food served in the exhibit hall, and Joe and I shared one of those small tables that is only big enough for two. It was one of those events where servers wander through the crowd with small appetizers. As a result, we didn't have to get up and move around, so we sat chatting for about an hour. After...
Most of the time it sits in the garden, the frame which carries the garden swing bench. It has a canopy to give shade but I want neither the canopy or the seat...it's the frame that is essential to my day, but if I am to get it upstairs into the bedroom, I first have to take the triangulated legs apart and carry the separate bits upstairs and bolt it back to...
Authored by Thomas Stevenson and Southern Suitor. ***** "Are those new shoes?" It was the man Tommy always noticed at the bus stop. The one who always had his tie in an immaculate double windsor, a gleaming fist of silk around his neck, sharp lapels and waistcoat, crisp French cuffs and cufflinks with gleaming patent leather shoes like angular black mirror...
I assumed that Christmas of 1977 was going to be a bust for me anyway, so when the Bangkok office chief asked for a volunteer to go on temporary duty—TDY—to Tokyo over the Christmas and New Year's holiday to cover for the leaves of the bureau chief and deputy there, I said, "Why not?" My family was flying back to the States for December because my wife insis...
"You think you wanna do that again?" Toby asks me mindlessly. We're in his room, playing Smash Bros on his Switch like we used to do next door. Toby's bedroom is slightly larger than mine, and he has enough space in here for a sizeable TV with an opposing couch, which the two of us are sitting on now. He's beating me in a stock match, but only barely. "No,...
Author's Note: Some may find my writing offensive. I write about stuff that really happens. Hard to believe sometimes. But, it's true. ======================== The Book Store at the Mall. ======================== I like to write about nasty sex. That was my entry into the sexual World at an early age and that's why I am like this today. Plenty of sex going...
Note to reader. Though it stands alone this is the fourth chapter in a series depicting a married man's growing obsession with cock and transformation to a submissive cuckold cock whore. It contains content of non-consent and reluctance. If you are disturbed by this, please do not read further. If you choose to continue, please enjoy. I got in the shower an...