This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18. Please enjoy. Note: If you have not read "A Motel Along The Road", please do. This story is one in which I use an event that occurred in that tale. ***** It was 1:25am and I was still at "Ye Olde Motor Motel" after having given an intense blowjob to a man whom I met on a gay dating site and want...
For about the millionth time Jimmy caught himself staring at the door of the Broken Saddle. With a snarl he turned on his bar stool and stared vacantly at the stage. He cussed himself for hoping that Cooper would walk through the door looking for him. It had been nearly a month since Cooper dropped him off at his house and the coward hadn't shown his face si...
When I started driving some years ago, I recall my dad's repeated warnings about keeping plenty of gas in my car. Well, as this 19-year-old sat on the gravel shoulder of a rather desolate foothill highway after running out of gas, the last thing I wanted to think about was my dad being right, as usual. It didn't seem that I would have to worry about anybody...
Jackson was going over his own plans in his head as he drove. He knew that Trace wanted him to keep out of whatever it was they were walking into, but he also knew that there was no way he was letting Trace handle this by himself. He had the training for situations similar to this and depending on the layout of the place, he might just be able to get in with...
Have you ever woke up in the morning, thinking that your day was going to be just another day, but within 30 minutes of getting out of bed you were doing something you thought you would never be doing? Well that was my last Tuesday morning and I thought I would share my incredible experience with you. I am an independent contractor and my wife is a teache...
I woke up the next day to the early morning sunlight pouring through the bedroom windows. Harley was lying next to me on his side, his shoulders hunched over in sleep. I reached out and ran my fingers across the pale, smooth skin of his muscular arm. He inhaled deeply, rousing from sleep and turned over onto his back, stretching his arms overhead. He slowl...
My name's Rudy. Rudolpho actually. Rudolpho Anthony Teagan. What in the fuck were my parents taking? After all, our lineage stretches back to the Irish; and really? Rudolpho? I'm at a total loss on that one. But that's not the story you want to hear. Let's begin. I ended up living in Los Angeles due to my indulgence in a lustful undertaking. A good budd...
He was in the shower for almost a half hour, I made breakfast, he came out clean shaven, and smelling oh so good. Even his clothes looked better. "You're a new man now you look great." I told him checking him out. "Thanks been a while since my last real shower." He admitted. "Are you living in your truck by any chance?" I asked knowing the answer. "Ye...
Hi guys. I'm a happily married middle aged guy. This encounter took place last month while my wife was out of town on business. I'd been feeling pretty bored sitting around the house for the last few days. There's not much to do here without her around. Yeah, right. We have a lot of friends in town and seem to always be busy with some one or another. I was...
My parents have a cottage in the countryside. There is a farm about a mile down the dirt road where this hunk, who is the son of the farmer, lives. I've caught him spying on me when I would be alone at the cottage. The exhibitionist in me loved dressing and undressing for him. He never approached me, but from watching him jackoff while I put on a show told m...