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Under The Table

by TheNakedGinger on Dec 12, 2018
Gay Male

I sat down at the conference table opposite this new client and tried not to focus on my nerves. This was my first solo contract at the law firm I've been working at for a few years now and I needed it to go well. If it did, it meant a salary bump and one step closer to making partner. "You're late." The older man said gruffly. I wasn't. I was actually 1...

Gay Under The Table

by merichane on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I still remember the first time I replied to a gay personals ad online. I was only 18, in the first month of university in a new city away from everyone I had ever known. Hung looking for younger gay 37yo bwm, masculine, drug and disease free Looking for someone who likes kissing, sucking, maybe fucking. I sent him my stats and a face shot taking at an...

Turning the Table

by LeathermanCraig on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Mark walked into the room and threw his tie and jacket onto the bed. He unbuttoned the tailored shirt and dropped the slacks to the floor. Getting home on Friday afternoon was always one of his favorite times. He could drop all of his office drag – the Brooks Brothers suits and shoes – and get ready for another weekend of fun. He enjoyed his job as the head...

Slap of Realization

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I looked over at the table under the window of my studio apartment in Spinnaker Bay looking out over Baltimore's inner harbor, and last night's fight came back to me. The potted rose bush I'd gotten for him today to take to my mother on our trip to Dover, Delaware, was still there. He hadn't touched it. He'd told me that he might open the window and toss it...

Turning the Table

by hiddenhuntress on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Disclaimer: This is all fiction, based on my own imagination. They have no relation to the real world. Any similarities of real people or places are purely coincidental. I hope you'll enjoy it. Keegan Richards was one of the fastest swimmers at Montel College. He was not the largest of his team-mates nor was he the tallest at five foot six, but he didn't...

Under the Gaydar

by Jack Diamond on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

There was this guy that I'd seen around a lot, who worked in the building I worked in, on the first floor, at His TV. I didn't know what they did there, but I think it was some small production arm of a big local station. He was very good looking, in a straight-guy kind of way. His body was compact, tight. He moved like an athlete. He always wore jeans and s...

Under the Cartier Bridge

by mbrucknr on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I met him on a blustery evening under the Cartier Bridge. The bicycle paths that ran along each side of the river were closed for the season. A layer of ice had already formed indistinct patterns on the surface of the water. But the trails were clear with barely any snow on the ground, and it was easy enough to duck underneath the leaden chain that stretched...

The Table That Turns Pt. 05

by Usualsuspectksa on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I arrive home from work at about 10 pm that night. Exhausted from doing all the catch up paperwork from the day. My wife is already in bed with the door closed. Everything is quiet and I assume she is sleeping, when the noises begin. At first it is just my wife's moaning, then it is the familiar sounds of the bed creaking, then rocking. My wife's moans are...

The Table That Turns Pt. 09

by Usualsuspectksa on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

After making a stop at Matthews to walk the dog, I am on my way home to my couch. I arrive to find a mysterious car parked in the driveway. When I enter, I see that my wife is home and the bedroom door is closed. I knock on it and recover no answer, but I can hear the sounds of shuffling going on inside. I want to enter, but my fear is that Matthew might be...

A Rainy Day Lunch

by rkm7162 on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Sitting at the table, watching the rain outside, her fingers absently tracing the low "v" neck in the purple satin blouse she was wearing. It was a habit that she never realized she had until recently. The soft feel of the satin, against her warm skin, her nails trailing lightly beside it into the beginnings of her ample cleavage. She was debating on going b...