Even without the interpretations of Messrs. Bellingwood and Phillips, I would have quickly discerned that Fred Stimson was a closeted homosexual when he arrived at college. Within the first ten pages he had described his earliest sexual fantasies and experiences. All involved males. After twenty pages it was clear that he had never had anything resembling se...
Working with Luke, I finalized the plans for the kitchen renovation. The kitchen cabinets were to be replaced with new ones built in Luke's garage/workshop, but I also decided on framing in a pantry in the back of my kitchen near the laundry room, as well as adding an island cooktop with a large stainless steel vent hood; the space where my current range was...
The next week was both confusing and terrifying for Damian. Every time he looked at his fiancé, he couldn't shake the feeling that she must know what he'd gotten up to. How could he have been so stupid to do that in front of his mates? He fucked a guy! Not just that, he had sucked his cock, and then came in his arse! How could he ever look her in the face...
One of the really funny things about life is that when you're up to your neck in shit, you get used to the smell. The last six years had been exactly that, each day worse than the day before. And all during that time, I had done everything I needed to do and had functioned one day at a time. Now, it was all catching up with me. * * * * * * I had come to N...
I went back to sleep after Alicia left me and it was afternoon before I opened my eyes again. If Steven had not come to check on me I think I might have slept on past sunset. Traveling followed by a day and half of sex left me exhausted. I remember thinking how quickly I had become used to Steven being in the room while I was nude as I lay in the bed uncover...
July, 2013 I thought of it even then as my last fuck—our ultimate fuck, the farewell fuck—with Edward Teng. I still think of it that way even though, technically, it wasn't the last time he fucked me, even in a physical sense. He'd rehearsed me early that morning at his cottage, Munch Cottage, on the grounds of the Tanglewood Music Center in western Massach...
I woke at 5:40 the following day, twenty minutes before my alarm was set to go off. It was one of those utterly dark and quiet mornings when you could almost believe you were the only spark of consciousness in a slumbering universe. Yesterday's drinking had taken its toll and my brain felt like a cannonball crashing around inside my skull. One of these days...
"John, please don't shut me out of your life." He was blocking the path to the door. There was no way around him. I knew this moment would come, but I wasn't ready for a face-to-face confrontation with Denny just yet. I wanted more time. "Please believe me," he said. "I never said a word to anyone about us -- what is there to say? We had dinner a couple ti...
A story about Jeff Cable, who was a young man growing up on a farm outside of Malone, New York back in the late 60's and early 70's, and how his curious nature educated him in many ways. *** It was just a blurb in the local paper hidden on the bottom of the obituaries page, and since the man who had passed away in Florida had retired many years ago with hi...
*This story involves gay incest* *** My son Bobby moved in with me as soon as he graduated from high school. His mother and I had divorced when he was 10 and even he, at the time, agreed that it was best he live with her. Not to put too fine a point on it and with all bias intended, my ex-wife is a total cunt. During the years Bobby lived with her their r...