"I could be like those folks that stand on the side of the road during them marathon races," Red Foster quipped as he watched the plump kid guzzle the bottle of water he had just been given. "Got plenty of time on my hands since I retired." The jogger, who the little old man knew only as Bobby, had lived down the road for years and until recently had been a...
I was going back home from throwing some hoops with the guys one afternoon when I decided to drop in on Charlie and see how he was doing. He was a little high strung and had been having trouble with his latest live in of late. Denny, the live in, was a real cocky asshole, so sure of himself and going directly for what he wanted—and usually getting it—and tak...
Whoever Weak light was filtering into the window through the opening between the mismatched towels he'd used as curtains to try to close out the blinking neon sign of the Chinese restaurant below. They hadn't been effective; blinking red lighting had been bouncing all around the walls of the dingy little room since he and I had stumbled in here from the bar...
(For a variation story on the first two paragraphs and the topic of a suicide attempt, see the Sabb story "Finding Heaven.") * I will always remember the barn. How could I ever forget it? It was a big, corrugated iron one, dull with age and with no windows on the lower level and just one at each end high up in the gable. Tall narrow windows that let light...
Shane explodes in Special Gay Massage for Straights The five of us who ran the local gym were all gay and regular sex partners. We had shared many group sessions where we pretended to capture one of the group and subject him to fucking and torture. One of the fantasies we shared though was to do this for real and to force a good looking straight chap into j...
He was young; cute; Hispanic; had a very nice smile; had a small, perfectly formed body; and moved like a dancer. Any three of those were good enough to make me hard. I immediately went hard for him. His name was Manuel. I guessed Brazilian from his bronze skin color. But then we were only ninety miles from Cuba. I was on a punishment assignment from the Ag...
I was against my office switching to an open floor plan from the very beginning, and I let everyone know it. I hit "reply-all" on every email Sandra from HR (whose bright idea the open floor plan was) sent asking for our opinions on the switch. At meetings, I argued passionately against it until I was told to shut up and sit down. Sandra always got up to wa...
Located on the bottom floor of the library at the midwestern university I attended was an excellent bathroom to meet for some quick sex. It had a single stall and a single urinal and sink. It also had two entrance doors, separated by about 4 feet, at its entrance—so there was always a warning when someone was coming in, because the first door would bang open...
This is my second story, please be a little kind. Since I'm new at this, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Wow, it's a full time job keeping up with emails and social media but I enjoy feedback! Guess you can say I'm a slut for it so freaking email me! Warning, this is male on male erotica. * While I'm thankful to have a job that pays handsomely,...
I flew into Miami International on a typical south Florida day. As I headed for the car rental desk I thought about all I had heard about South Beach. I was jolted back to reality by the clerk welcome and I handed over my papers. He quickly told me my car would be around shortly. As we completed the necessary paperwork he said there she is. He proceeded to o...