It was a great marina but the piers were ungodly long. The boat I was looking for was a forty-three foot sport fisherman and the dock master told me I would find it at the end of this pier. I had met the owner on line and he was halfway expecting me to come and visit him today. He had told me he had been having some dreams of having a gay experience and was...
He trembled with fury as he drove away from his friend's home. Ivan Novahich couldn't believe what had just happened at Dean Ryker's house. Ryker had been his best friend for three years. They worked in the same office and went to lunch together most days. They had attended conferences together, gotten drunk, and shared whores. They watched basketball togeth...
Go through downtown in any major city and you see them, those glass boxes. They are the modern cathedrals to capitalism where investment banks, law firms, corporate headquarters and the like tower over the rest of their respective communities, lording their strength and influence. Interesting that they are called glass boxes since one ordinarily associates g...
I was stunned. The divorce was final and my now ex-wife was moving out of our home and into a mansion somewhere in Pebble Beach. Luckily my finances were left alone. My wife had been seeing a guy on the side. Not that I minded that, she and I had an understanding that she could date so long as I was kept in the loop, it wasn't quite an open marriage nor were...
Mark's sneaky text in Part 4 set up a great night for Brian and Josh, a long-time friend that you can read more about in Part 1. After I figuratively tore Mark a new one, I responded to Josh's text. Josh intended to stay with me for a week. He was one of my best friends from high school. As a loyal person who believes friends are family, I wasn't in a posi...
It was 1970 and I was a nineteen-year-old college student in England enjoying a weekend of bondage sex at a country farm house with my new friend Gary and with Malcolm the home owner, a dominating retired military man. ***** I dozed for the next half an hour or so, only half listening as the guys reminisced about old times and old friends. I was cozy and w...
Thank god the dining room is still open. I set my briefcase on a small red and yellow table and walk through the tangle of poles and ropes to get to the counter. The cashier comes over from the drive-thru window and takes my order, occasionally turning toward the kitchen to shout. She can't be more than sixteen, but her motions are practiced and sure. One...
This story contains gay incest. ***** When I got back from my adventure at the park with Thad, dad was still on the sofa where I'd left him. I went into the living room and saw that he'd fallen asleep in front of the TV. I switched off the set and shook him awake. "Time for bed, dad." I told him. It took a minute for him to wake all of the way up, and th...
"Kent, stop beating off and get a move on!" The rap of Cain's knuckles is so sharp on his closed door that it makes Kent jump, missing the knot on his gym shoe for the third time in a row. He frowns in frustration, finally gets it, and goes to the door, his bro standing there with an impatient look on his face. "Asshole, I wasn't beating off - and it's a t...
I was sitting in a rental car outside a large Queen Anne house. The rental was something small and economical, I hadn't really had the inspiration to look for something I'd enjoy driving, so I picked one of the unfamiliar models with a nasally whine to it. The house was very familiar though. Very little had changed about it since the first time I'd seen it,...