It was the next morning; I awoke with a slight hangover and Jack sleeping with his arm on my chest. I tried to move to go to the bathroom and woke Jack when I tried to move his arm. Jack arose and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I went to the bathroom and Jack yelled there were extra toothbrushes in the drawer, so I took one out after I had pissed, found...
I woke up in the middle of the night, aware that something had changed. We weren't moving, and there was no feeling of a motor grinding under us. I was locked in one of the smaller cabins belowdecks—not bound and not particularly uncomfortable, but my channel was sore. I would recover fast, but never in my life had I had such a ride as Fazil Fikret and his...
This new stranger, that now stood so quietly behind me, had just locked my door. This ensured his complete uninterrupted privacy with me, as my cock and balls hung helplessly into the wall's glory hole. Pressed tight against the wall and strapped in by my wide spread ankles, my wrists strapped above by head, a large very tight strap around my waist and a str...
I was happy that Ti had withered away within the last moon death, because there were now only eight elders in the village of the gatherers. But eight was more than enough. I was already bruised and sore as never before when Ai, the great chief, had taken his staff out of me that first time, having spilled the first of the seedings of the night before I was t...
Peter was depressed. The last two years have been the greatest of his life. Having all the sex had turned him into a nympho. He couldn't get enough. But his depression wasn't about the sex. It was about his mom. His mom's 39th birthday is coming up and he has no idea what to get her. He grabbed Star this afternoon to go shopping with him hoping to come up wi...
Joey, Bill and Morty. The three amigos back in town at the same time for the first time in 30 years. They had been best friends, and had gone through first bicycle crashes together. First girlfriends, first drinks and unfortunately that one time they had gotten hold of some stink weed when they were 15. That was a memory all three friends would rather forget...
Happily Trudeau was not completely serious when he told me there would be more sex than work on my book in his home. He was fully professional in the art of creating first-class novels. What was true, though, was that my work was taken completely apart and put back together again. And, although he was blunt with his critiques and was a hard task master, Trud...
Another chapter in this series this one though isn't a true one just a collection of experience and fantasy, as always comments welcome. * It had been a while since I had met another guy, it was just a case of getting the time to meet up with someone in between work and being able to disappear for a couple of hours. I had been chatting to some guys on the...
The thing is, I cheated on Thomas first. I guess I could successfully defend the position that as long as there was no sex, no exchange of bodily fluids or tongue action, not even the slightest contact of lips, then it wasn't really cheating. I also guess I could claim that my actions weren't fully thought out, that I didn't work out the whys and wherefore...
I returned home on Sunday evening, bringing with me two unopened varieties of poppers, having left all my smoking supplies behind, sitting on a bench in a sunken park, sculpture lining a stretch of what had likely been a canal in the past, a casual 5 minute walk away from the still under construction main train station. Smoking supplies which were still gene...