For two weeks after fleeing Grime's home Rick laid low in a seedy gay-friendly rooming house on Galisteo Street at the fringe of the old Santa Fe plaza area. He had no idea what to do now and was considering starting to look for work in an auto repair shop. None he tried out initially needed help and at two of them he was told, "There aren't many job opening...
I am back with my public local train sex story. I just love getting touched and groped in the train. the best part being that nothing that happens on a local train is permanent. For example I have been groped, smooched, my nipples have been pressed to the limit and my ass has been fingered until I orgasmed, let alone groping of my boobs, ass and cock. And as...
At the end of a long night of fucking, after Jim had finished thrashing out his repressed frustrations on my ass and his orgasm had drained away his wrath; along with a flood of his semen into my exhausted hole. He would look into my eyes and smile a wicked little smile. I would move the world to see that wicked little smile again today. I first met Jim at...
Albert was the caretaker of the house full of flats where I was living. He was a big, burly, hairy man; not a great intellect or conversationalist, just an ordinary middle-aged working class guy who presumably got his little apartment free or reduced in return for collecting the rent and doing work on the property. I had been having a bad time with depressi...
People who know me, describe me as absent minded and easy going, and rightfully so. I have always tried to get better, but finally accepted the fact that it's in my character and can't be changed. Why did I say this? Because I should have tried to change. I have two apartments, a small one upstairs and a bigger, more luxurious one on the ground floor. I li...
I have reached a new low. It seems there is no way to get out of this place. Everything around me is full of nothing, no life. I must make the most of it though as my ticket out of here is not for a couple more days. So what to do with a couple of days in the middle of no where. It's a couple miles to town. Which mind you doesn't have that much more to do,...
While I was working in an empty apartment today a painter showed up to prep the walls. He was in his mid to late twenties. Short spikish dark hair with sideburns and a goatee. His lightly tanned muscular arms were covered in tattoos. He had a sleeveless shirt and loose boardshorts on, with leather flip flops. "Hey, how's it goin?" he asks, walking in the fr...
Small towns are all the same. Racists, cows, and that one weird racist guy who sleeps with the cows. Personally, I just wanted to leave my town. My name is Carter, and this is how I went from promising high school student with a bright future, to a strung out slut, desperate for sex. I'm white, about 6 feet tall, and I'm built like a swimmer. That is, fairly...
It had been a long day at work, as I got back to the hotel I pulled out my personal tablet, some things just aren't suited for a company laptop, logging in to the adult chat within moments a message popped up. We had been chatting for several days, he was local, I travelled here regularly, while being a straight, married guy more risqué fantasies always intr...
*9* I'm breaking my own rules. I said it myself: move from one guy to the next. I guess the first time with Paul didn't really count...but I wouldn't go as far as saying the second time did either. It was all over the computer, none of it really was personal. Oh well, "sour grapes" as they would say. Whether or not Paul wants to continue this relationship...