This is the second part of a Chat Room Hookup that takes place the following day. The morning after my hookup with Paul I felt a little guilty for what I did but it was also kind of exhilarating. I couldn't believe I acted upon a fantasy and I justified it in my mind as a once in a lifetime action so the guilt wasn't necessary. It would never happen again....
There I sat, on the airplane, flying home. For the first time in six years I was back. God! I'd missed this place. The flight from London was long and boring and I was too excited to sleep. Of course, I was still on London time, eight hours difference was going to be tough to get used to. I couldn't wait to see Jessica. We met in high school, she a lowly sop...
David lay on the dishevelled bed exhausted and still sweating after his recent sexual encounter with a man called Raymond. His hole was leaking semen onto the bed sheets. The sheets also gave off the aroma of anal mucus. This did not perturb David as he was deep in thought about the man he had served. He thought there was room for improvement in his sexual i...
This is an out-and-out bit of fun; a further extension of my usual lighthearted offerings; as much fun to write as I hope it will be for you to read. The story is a fantasy and something of a comedy and I expect you to treat it as such. Hopefully the sex itself will be adequately energetic and if I've done my work properly, it'll be depicted with enough...
Chapter Two The alarm went off for the third and last time. If I hit the snooze again it would automatically shut itself off. I had the choice of resetting it completely or getting up. I swore softly and sat upright. Joe didn't move a muscle. It was amazing to me that he never heard the buzz that damn clock made. Especially, when he always seemed to manage...
Prologue I didn't know him. I think that's what stuck out to me the most, more than the mane of dark hair that fell around his shoulders, more than the tall boots, or the careworn jacket of black leather, or the chains that criss-crossed its lapel. These things certainly stood out to most people who passed him, surely, so prominent against the muted backgr...
"Just what the fuck is your problem tonight, Josh?" Cody's voice was the harshest it had ever been when speaking to him. "You were all happy as a $20 hooker at a traveling salesman convention when you got back from Christmas and stayed that way until last night. Since you came in today though, you have been bouncing between acting like a menopausal woman, an...
Hey Guys! Here's the eighth chapter of Back to You. I have one last chapter in store for Matt and Ollie, so look out for that in the coming weeks. I also had this idea for another series I'd like to work on, as well as toying around with reviving an old one- so check back to see which one writes itself first. Hope you guys like it. Please let me know what yo...
I met him at a cocktail party in Baton Rouge. The celebrated southern author of those heavily nuanced gothic novels of lust, decadence, old family decay, and the hint of the occult and vampires. I'd never been able to finish one of his novels; they were much too dense and overrich in description for me. But Philippe Controu himself I found to be a surprise....
This story takes place in the 1970's, when the drinking age in the state was 18. ... Chapter One: Skip turns 18. Mercifully, the infamous song always sung to commemorate birthdays was as brief as possible, and I was grateful to Mr. Langer and his son and my best friend Greg for omitting the superfluous choruses about how old are you. I was 18 and we all k...