"So Jack, let me get this straight," Michael said, swatting at a mosquito that landed on his arm. "You've dragged me out into the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a bunch of hemp-wearing nature enthusiasts because you've been chatting to some guy on Grindr who likes hiking?" Jack grinned at him and dabbed at his sweat beaded forehead with a (Marc Jacobs) ha...
I stood at my door holding my bags of groceries, waiting a few moments before going in. Just around this time every day, the young college frat guy who lived in my apartment complex returned from his run. He was absolutely gorgeous. Tall, athletic, muscular, with dark blond features. As for me, I am in my mid-thirties. Single. In decent shape due to a very a...
I was working. I'd had a part time job, sure, but nothing full time. Until now. I'd finished A-Levels (it's a British thing) and without any idea of what to do next I'd opted for a year out. With no money (at least yet) to actually visit other parts of the world I'd found a job in the same village where I lived - the gym. The village itself was small, but t...
(also known as horny_dad or lexxjld on some sites) Dave hitched his rather small towel more tightly round his waist and made his way carefully across the large steamy room. The floor was slippery, and his bare feet on the wet concrete gave him little grip. He had found breathing in the hot damp atmosphere quite difficult at first, but after resting for a wh...
Published in Stallions and Other Studs, Scott O'Hara (ed), 1995 Posted to Internet circa: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 [Usenet] Stored on The Nifty Archives * * * * * The band plays on the stage. The air is blue with smoke, hot, and reeks of Miller and Budweiser. The kids cluster round the stage. The typical crowd -- jeans-clad, long haired, leather-jacketed, tatt...
It all began when I was hitching through rural North Carolina back in the early 1970s. I was a young, tight feminine looking man. Light brown hair and long legs. My eyelashes are naturally long and people have said I have eyes like a girl. I was in the navy and that particular day I was wearing my uniform as we did in those days while on liberty. I watched...
Darkness hung over the room like a thick, warm, blanket as I lay there naked in the bed with only a rumpled sheet for cover. The light coming from underneath the closed bathroom door was the only light in the room and the sound of a running shower was heard coming from behind that same door. As my eyes began to focus somewhat I tried desperately to make out...
Curt knew when he was getting the raw end of a deal, but then again, it seemed he always did when he hung out with Ben. He had been invited to a party by his old friend, Ben. They had been real pals in high school but had gone to different colleges and were no longer close. But they were both back in town for the summer and had looked each other up just to h...
Thanks for the comments on Part 1. I've been busy but working toward further entries, which I hope to publish soon. Happy reading! As with Ch. 1, this contains: consenting gay sex between an eighteen year-old son and his father. ***** After Calvin shot his load, he and his dad bobbed in the pool for what felt like hours. Calvin had never felt so close to...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === A few months after Linda had left me, when it was becoming clear even to me that my ex-wife wasn't coming back, I'd signed up to become a member of a couple of online dating sites in the hope that I might yet meet my soul mate. The endeavour had proven largely fruitless as the women who resp...