My life was at a low ebb in the middle of last year. My marriage had just broken up – I didn't really even understand why, my wife seemed to just lose interest in the whole thing – I was sick of my job, and I couldn't see a future for myself. At 28 I felt totally useless and washed up. On a whim I walked into work one day and told my boss to shove his job, a...
Chapter 12 Room Service Anyone? North Dakota, now there was an interesting trip. Over the years, I got into a routine when I went to the different states around the country. If I went to a town or state multiple times, I got to the point where I would just stay at the same places over and over again. Especially if I got good service there; if not I would fi...
[Note: This is a long introductory setup to a multi-part story. There is *no* explicit sex in this first chapter. If you are looking for quick, hot read, move on. This is not it. Things will heat up in later chapters, I promise. --Cyanlot] Chapter 1: When I Hit the "Change of Life" When Massachusetts became the first state to legalize gay marriage, Todd a...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. I never used to believe that saying about bad things coming in threes. But when I lost my wife and my job in the same week, I began to wonder what was going to hit me next. There's nothing like hindsight. Often after the fact you can look back and tell yourself you should have seen it coming. But I was honestl...
I was 19 years old when I returned home from college in the summer of 1976. A lot about me had changed in the nine months I had been away, both physically and emotionally. Leaving home the previous August a pudgy kid who had spent his teenage years unsuccessfully chasing girls, I was now a fairly well built young man who had discovered a new world when sedu...
--for lcwarctic Many years later, as I moved to the retirement planet, I remembered the day they ruled that men could no longer have cunts. I smiled. I knew where that came from. In November 2310 I turned 18, went out and got drunk, got laid, and put a down-payment on a 2956 Chevaaz MX-90. Then I looked around for what else I could do! Hey, when you're fuc...
Lance had not left the house in three weeks. Even so, the freezer remained stocked to overflowing with those thrown-together concoctions that, in other parts of the country were called casseroles, but here were called "Minnesota hot dishes". There was one, he knew, that contained soggy tater tots. Well meaning friends had dropped by for the first three days,...
[Your ratings and comments (positive and negative) are always appreciated and keep me going. I would love to hear what you think and I welcome tips and suggestions. Thank you and hope you enjoy! ] ----- Metal clinked against glass making the sound of church bells, and Owen was standing in the middle of a church hall, or a cathedral; he didn't know. It wa...
It was a warm and sunny Saturday in July so I followed my usual routine. I showered and shaved and after surfing the internet had some lunch then put on my swimming trunks and sunglasses and headed to the apartment complex pool. Every time I walk through the pool area I am conscious of the looks the girls give me. Or to be more precise: the non-looks. They...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "We were on a hiking trip up in the Pennines," Troy began quietly after the waitress had taken our order. The coffee shop, which was hidden away among a few takeaways and convenience stores across the road from the college, was deserted in spite of the time of day. He asked, "I don't suppos...