The French Maid in the Sex Shop It was Sunday morning and I rode the metro into downtown Buffalo in order to visit the sex shops. Although I had a hot session with Glen just yesterday I knew that I could not wait too long before I needed to see him again. When I left his apartment the previous day he had told me to purchase a French maid uniform before comi...
The heavy steel door clanged shut behind me, and I stood there, trembling, knowing what I faced, holding my stack of two towels, a change of clothes, a tooth brush and tube of toothpaste, and, both inexplicably and ominously, a small stack of condoms in front of me as if they'd shield me. I knew, however, that they wouldn't. The light was dim at first, alth...
I stare at the flyer on the wall of the coffee shop. I have the summer off for the first time in several years. I still have a youngish looking face, despite being almost 35. My body isn't bad either and I need something to do, and making extra money isn't a bad idea either. I sent the email off with a body picture of myself as instructed, and I soon recei...
The next morning I was awakened by a sense of something not right. I lifted my head and saw a figure quietly closing the hatch. I was about to demand the person identify himself when I caught a glimpse of white in the darkness. "Spike, what are you doing?" "Sorry, sir, did I wake you?" Rowlands answered. "Yes, you did. What are you doing here?" I am not s...
Yes, several times, I have paid for sex. I am not always ready for the gay-bar scene or the peepshow shops and when I want sex, I want it now!! and not maybe-I'll- score-later. In addition to be in control of time, I can ask for what I want. And maybe additionally, I may have a little less of a guilt feeling that serious secretive Bi male-sex tends to create...
A knock broke into my reverie. My cock gave a little leap at the thought of Andrew returning so soon. I made myself as presentable as possible, "Enter." It was the XO, Executive Officer Lieutenant Bryce Withers, reporting heavy weather approaching. "Secure the open portholes and hatches," I ordered. "Aye, aye, sir," was his automatic response but then he...
The gunshots were still going on outside; the rifle and machine-gun fire were almost continuous, and the ground would shudder intermittently with the blasts of tank cannons. I cuddled closer to Sean; the uniform I'd always thought he looked so sexy in was now my sign that he could protect me from this horrible place. Whispering soft, calming words into my e...
The Coffee Shop V: Happiness Is A Handsome Hypnotized Hunk Disclaimer. The following story is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 2012. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known a...
*This story is a little shorter then the others, but I want to let you guys get the action as it comes. I am out of the material that I lost, and everything you see now has seared from my mind and into cyberspace. If anyone notices anything about my editing, or thinks the stories are getting sloppy, just tell me and I'll slow down a little. All characters a...
Approaching my car, I could see that it was blocked in the parking spot by a large brown parcel delivery truck. Damn, that made me mad. Those delivery guys could park anywhere they wanted and get away with it. Sitting in my car, I got more steamed. I even honked the horn to attract his attention, wherever he was. I waited and waited. He had to be in one of...