Author's note: The second chapter is finally here!. This will entail the past and present, with a little self play in here. The sex is coming, just be patient with me. The second half of the barbecue will happen in chapter 3. Thank you for your amazing feedback and I am still in search of an editor. * The few days between the invitation and the barbecue m...
My neighbor, Joe, and I were outside doing the usual weekly lawn care on this particularly hot day. As usual, we chatted about the normal stuff and discovered our wives were away for the weekend visiting their families. He has been married almost ten years and I have been married almost twenty. Joe has a swimmer's build and I am stockier. As we were finishin...
Dr. Randy Wolfe, PhD, stared with purpose into the bathroom mirror as he applied the last bit of near fluorescent, ruby red lipstick to his mouth. Setting it aside, he used a piece of toilet paper as a blotter to dab away any excess, then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Suddenly his deep voice began to reverberate off the walls and ceiling of the small...
(This story takes off where Panama stopped. If you have not read 'Panama' this tale will seem to start in the middle. If you click on Mikey2Much it will show you a listing of all my stories, and you will have no trouble finding the first installment. It was fun to write and I hope that it will be fun to read. As with every other writer on this site we all wo...
A/N: There isn't sex in this section, sorry. This story (not necessarily this chapter) will have themes of violence, reluctance/coercion, a relationship you're not sure you want to root for, and rough sex. I know the criminal aspect isn't fully explored in this first section... that's in the upcoming sections. As per usual this was written in one fell swoop...
The club was packed, just like it was every Saturday night. I was standing against the wall watching Jesse grind up against some shirtless twink, just like I did every time we went clubbing. Sweaty bodies approached me and asked me to dance, but I declined. It was my job to keep an eye on Jesse. Granted it was a self-appointed position, but it was important...
Mike clung to the arm of Larry, the older man he'd met just earlier in the day but who was everything to Mike at the moment, as, one of six men concentrating on their cards, a pall of smoke hovering over the table, Mike won another hand of poker. He hadn't even played much poker before now. And he'd never been in a place like this before now, either. The p...
Forward I would like to first thank all the people that have read the stories I have posted here so far. I hope you've enjoyed reading them as much as I have writing them. And thanks for all the comments and feedback you given me. (even the negative ones) If you've been wondering why I've been away for so long, it's because I have spent most of the last ye...
My name is Mark, we'll just leave it there in the interest of discretion. Georgia is home, but California is where I live. Momma and Daddy live in a pretty little suburb East of downtown Atlanta. It's a good sized home and four of us kids was raised in that house. When my baby sister finally moved out, they decided to go ahead and stay there. After my...
Flyboys Pete swung into the gym with a big grin on his face. "Fleet's in and I've already talked with Javier. His ship will be in early, on Thursday. Says he can get a three-day shore pass. Time for a special weekend." "I'm game," Todd answered, but he was looking up at the man spotting him on the bench press and asked, "How about you, Dan?" "Every weeken...