[Thank you to all those readers who have not given up on this slow-moving story. However, there is still quite a lot of sex.] Chapter Twenty: The gay Professor at home Spurred on by David's idea, early in January Tom got his microbial bioassay method working. He had approached colleagues in the microbiology lab, and they had told him that a mutant of the...
The snow was lightly falling as I pulled into parking lot of the Dogwood Diner. I pulled up the hood on my jacket over my light brown hair as I headed inside. "Sit wherever you like sweetie." The hostess said as I walked in the door. "Happy Thanksgiving." "Thanks." I answered as I walked towards her. "Happy Thanksgiving." I smiled as I walked by and found...
[Earlier chapters should be read first] [In one respect all my stories are unreal: they lack the element of violence that creeps into many events involving man-man sexual relationships. Although this is a shortcoming which I acknowledge, I make no apology for writing soft and romantic (as well as highbrow) stories that make the reader, as well as myself, fe...
* * * * * * * * * * Revenge Of The Mountain Men * * * * * * * * * * Tom shivered as he watched Clint open the heavy steel door. It was on the opposite wall of the laundry room from the cell's door. The last time, Tom had been naked and the laundry room's bare concrete floor had been icy cold against his feet. Donny had unlocked the door and Caleb had pus...
I am a straight, middle-aged married man - sometimes happily, some times not. Like many readers of this column I developed male sex fantasies late in life, fantasies that were fueled by these stories and gay porn. But I never had the guts to take action...until yesterday. Although not overtly, I am somewhat of an exhibitionist and frequent a nude beach near...
I became a homeowner for the first time at age twenty-two. It was the summer before my senior year in college and my grandmother had just died. I expected she'd will all her money to my father – her only child. Grandma came through though and left me over two hundred thousand dollars. Although I thought about buying the most expensive car on the market, goi...
I was glad I had somewhat tidied my room before had left earlier that evening. There was nothing on the floor and the bed was made; not that it mattered. It took me a few tries to open my door and I was well aware that the lock wasn't the only thing that was stiff. I finally gained entry to my humble abode and dragged my catch in behind me. I had met Tom ea...
When I awoke Tom was not in bed. I wondered where he'd gone until I heard in peeing in the bathroom. I got up, put on some shorts and a tee shirt, and went to the kitchen to make us some breakfast. We were not in a rush because we were both skipping classes that day to allow Tom to recuperate from his hysteria the previous day. As I was flipping the pancake...
The streets were empty, the lawns perfectly manicured and after living in the city for so long the quiet suburb seemed blissfully peaceful. It was such a novelty to be able to drive more that fifty yards without having to stop at a traffic light or swerve to avoid hitting an oblivious pedestrian or an idiot on a bicycle. Michael pulled into the driveway an...
* * * * * * * * * * Teamed By The Mountain Men * * * * * * * * * * A bright fall day in the mountains really makes a man horny . . . And Tom Prescott was horny as hell, even after having his ass pounded last night and earlier this morning. Actually, he'd had a hard-on for most of the last four days, ever since he'd gotten lost in the Rugged Mountains an...