This is a true incident that happened to me about three years ago. I am in international sales and work for a Fortune 500 company. I have been married for 16 years to a beautiful woman and we have 2 wonderful kids. At the time this happened, I was 36 years old and felt on top of the world. Anyway, three years ago, I traveled to Caracas, Venezuela to visit...
This eight-chapter novella, inspired by Thomas Wolfe's Look Homeward Angel, is set at inception in Asheville, North Carolina, in the second decade of the twentieth century. Posting of the work will be completed within three weeks chapter one posts. * "It won't be long now." The young man had a booming voice—a surprise coming out of his frame, which wasn't...
The following morning, I woke up to the sight of Matthew in his briefs. He was bending over to pick up some empty glasses from the coffee table. The sight of his butt sent blood flowing down to my member. But I decided to ignore my growing erection and sat up. I rubbed my eyes and said, "Good morning." Matthew turned his head to me and said, "Morning," I...
It was the first time actually experiencing what sex with a man could be, far beyond the intensely focused joys offered by a glory hole, something more encompassing, even more irresistible than imagined. Over the preceding few weeks, the idea of kissing my first man had been growing as a fantasy, a delightful idea that drifted into awareness while stroking...
When I woke the next morning it took me a second to remember last nights events. I had sucked my friends cocks and had mine sucked by them, and had been finger fucked in the ass by my friend Gary. I smiled as I recalled last night and then got out of bed and went into the lounge room. To my surprise, Bob and Gary were already there, but Shane wasn't. It seem...
I sat there, Tuesday night, with the phone in hand, knowing deep down that there was no way I wasn't going to call him. The experience had left me shaken and confused. I knew I wasn't gay. I knew I wasn't attracted to men. But there was something about him. I couldn't stop thinking about it. The sound of his voice ordering me to do things that I had never th...
Every step Parker took away from Colton tore at his heart. The further away he got, the sicker to his stomach he felt. He kept wiping the tears away with the sleeve of his sweatshirt--Colton's sweatshirt. Once he couldn't run anymore, he slowed down to a walk. The walk home took an hour or so, which gave him time to think. Unfortunately, his mind was utterl...
Thanks TH and S. Always good friends, critics and supporters. Also, thank you Desertmac for the wonderful and inspiring "Tutoring Jerry." ** Monday September 8th 1988 10:21pm Paradise City. The new guy started football practice today. Even though the season's already started Coach brought him in as starting quarterback. Travis Boyd. From California and l...
"There is a reason I never come back." Ethan stood in the kitchen doorway. The sunlight framed his body. "And which reason is that? There are so many. You left a list last time. I taped it to the refrigerator," Joseph turned around to face Ethan, the rag he had been using the wipe the table dangling from his fingertips. He wore a rough cotton button-down sh...
Nailed at the Gym Nick hadn't gone back to the farm since Francis had fucked him. It had been a week since the best Monday of his life, but Nick was far too scared to go back. He wasn't sure if Francis would be happy or pissed to see him. Was Francis fucking him so hard and rough supposed to be some sort of punishment for spying on him? And if it wasn't, wa...