Bruce climbed down out of the truck with his two mugs in hand. He trudged across the parking lot where many rigs were parked side by side grumbling as the drivers slept. Each on was lit up with marker lights, some more than others. The amber and red of them, in the truck stop parking lot, seemed to match that of a small town at Christmas. And it seemed a da...
Jeremy stood in the middle of the living room, his stomach tightening in fear until he thought he just might have to make a run for the bathroom. "Ry, man, I'm really sorry. You were drunk, I was drunk, let's just let this one go," Jeremy practically begged as he turned away from the damning evidence on the computer screen. Even on the small screen he coul...
First of all, Nathan King ruined my life. Let's start with that. I was in business school, like the good little WASP that I was. I was going to be...I don't even know. I was going to wear the good suits, though, send my interns out for my coffee and send them scattering with a look if they got my order wrong (venti non-fat iced chai tea latte, they'd murmu...
When I woke up that morning, the odds of me shooting semen onto the face of one of my new teammates must have been at least one thousand to one. They always said I was lucky, but not that lucky. But it had happened. I pinched myself. I wasn't dreaming. "Sorry, I've made a bit of a mess of your face," I said, as Matt knelt on the floor with my dick in his ha...
He was in a cocoon. A warm comfortable cocoon of early morning languidness. The type of morning where the sun was bright enough coming through the windows that it filled the room with a luminescent pale yellow but not so high in the sky that you couldn't block it out with a well angled pillow and the murmuring of "five more minutes". He had a companion in th...
Prologue Every tale begins with something special and meaningful. The glories of a youthful love affair, of finding the ONE, eyes snapping to yours and consuming each other in a passionate fire. It would be fate, a meeting made for the twilight fires of middle age, telling mutual friends of their adorable and instantly known love story as everyone reminisce...
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Chapter One "Fuckin hell!" I screamed as I looked in my locker for my deodorant. I was sure that I had brought some in my bag but much to my chagrin, I had forgotten it. The wrong time to do so too considering I had a date with a hot girl, Irene, from London. I met her after one of our matches last week. As I was going under the tunnel, she yelled out my...
=== The first time I felt like I might be developing feelings for another man was the night when we'd gone out for a meal, and Marcus – my son's friend from university – made a joke that it was like I was Guy's boyfriend. We'd all laughed at the absurdity of the suggestion – after all, Guy and I are both divorced men, both outwardly straight for all intent...
It had been close to six months since my friend Casey set me up with his friend Jack for an erotic massage. I had confessed to Casey quite some time ago that I had curiosities from way back about touching a man and seeing how that felt, but that I would never be able to act upon those desires with another man. I was straight and didn't feel for men like I di...