"So what's the plan?" I asked Guy. It was Wednesday evening and he and my son Jake were slouched on the settee working their way through a pack of beers while I was sitting opposite with a glass of wine. "I dunno," Guy shrugged. "It's gonna be a difficult one. We're gonna have to play it dead careful 'cause I sure as fuck don't want him tellin' any tales t...
Although this story can be read by itself, it is actually a sequel to my earlier story "The Woman on the Bus." Reading that first would provide context for what happens here. This story is very loosely based on fact. Some of it is made up out of whole cloth, some takes events and heavily embroiders them. Some things are told exactly as they occurred. I leave...
"Pretty hot work." "You can say that again, sir. And that's a pretty hot car you got there." "Thanks. I'm addicted to Corvettes." "What year?" "This year. I usually trade up every other year." "Shit, man. That's beyond my imagination. Oh, sorry for the 'shit.' We were told not to curse around the motorists." "No problem. It's a fuckin' good set of whee...
"Johnny, I know you're embarrassed and confused by your feelings, but all I'm asking is for you to do for me what you did for a complete stranger...I'm going to turn off the lamp—sometimes it's easier to find courage in the dark," he said then reached over and flipped off the only light in the room. He put his arm around me and stroked my shoulders. His oth...
"You look very nice today, Joanie," Mister B said to me as I climbed into his car. "Thank you," I replied, not even bothering trying to correct him yet again. My name is 'John' but since the day we met he has called me 'Joan' or 'Joanie.' He claims I misunderstand him due to his thick, southern accent, but I don't know, it sure sounds like 'Joanie' to me....
It was my first job out of college and I was determined to make good. I felt I was on the "fast track" when the owner of the company invited me to join him and two important clients on a sport fishing trip to the Louisiana gulf coast. It was made clear that I was to be a "go-fer" with benefits, that is my job was to see that everything went smoothly and do a...
In the quest for my son, I discover connections everywhere I suppose I couldn't have been surprised by what happened at home, not really, not the way my luck had been running. After six months of cum-slut training, kidnapped by oversexed guerrillas in Colombia, I came home a dedicated cockhound--to a sexual desert. Nobody to plug my man-craving ass. Back...
I always dreaded my office's annual work trip. A whole ten days dedicated to trainings and lectures with the other members of management. A small upside was that it meant a week away from the hassles of my kids and wife. My wife and I got married right out of college and had kids immediately. Now we were in our mid-thirties and it was nice to get away every...
Tim's hand moved back to his cock. The moisture from Hugh's sucking and stroking had dried, but his cock was already growing hard again. He saw the younger gentleman walk into the house and heard his demand that Tim not come in unless he was ready to submit to him, with a swollen dick to prove it. That didn't take long. Tim left his cock out as he opened the...
I was an average, happily married white guy. We had been married for 18 years with an excellent sex life. I had never in my life ever thought of being with another man in any form. We live in a nice upscale middle class neighborhood. Everyone knows everyone, and we all get along very well. Neighborhood picnics, hanging out, camping, all that. When we first...