I shot off a text to Frank at about ten-thirty in the morning, hoping he was up. My cock annoyingly and stubbornly hard as I did it. My wife lay next to me, a teasing smile on her face as she read her book. Fuck, I hope he responded soon. He didn't. It took another forty minutes before I heard the ding chime from my phone. By that time, I'd already made cof...
* Larry * I awaken in the dim early morning light to the comforting sensation of a strong pair of arms holding me, a firm masculine chest pressed against my back, and the unmistakable prod of morning wood against my backside. A familiar scent steals into my nostrils: Aramis. I sigh with content and nestle back into Ron's arms. Wait. Not Ron. Ron is......
I am continuing this long dormant story of male discovery by request. Saturday morning I woke up early. The anticipation and resulting anxiety of that night's date had invaded my usual easy slumber. I sat on the edge of my bed trying to decide what to do. Greg was in his own bed snoring away. As had become our habit he was sleeping in the nude. Since the w...
Yuuri woke with a start. The unfamiliar surroundings causing a moment of confusion as he sat up in the unfamiliar bed. His muscles ached as he stretched his arms over his head. A dull throbbing radiated from his ass. He slipped out from the covers in search for his clothes that had been hastily discarded the previous night. He pulled on the pants that had b...
It was a fairly easy two-day march north from Lüneburg to Hamburg, one of the major seaports on the North Sea of the former Hanseatic League, which had maintained its importance even while the inland Hanseatic cities declined. Antwerp had lost prominence when its access to the sea, via the River Scheldt, had been closed down by a war treaty. Amsterdam simila...
"-so there may or may not be a video of me going around where I'm moaning in the back of a car, but the thing is- I don't know if I care? I mean...How would anyone know it was me, right? Like- I don't even think I sound the way I usually do when I'm In The Moment." So far, Barnaby had spent the morning rambling to Jensen about the night before. He'd woken...
Chapter One: Clifford I had to go by ferry. The flight was not an option for me by then. But I had needed to escape, and when I was younger, I had once taken a fancy to visit the villa on the Mediterranean island of Cyprus where the British novelist Lawrence Durrell once lived and wrote, where he wrote much of his acclaimed fiction series The Alexandra Quar...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === I scrolled down the pictures of men's underwear filling the screen, trying to locate the Calvin Klein boxer briefs Jake prefers. If I bought him the wrong ones, he'd wear them once and then that would be it. He'd say they were uncomfortable or they chaffed at his thighs or they rode up into...
All senior year I was in love with Justin Belisario. He was the class president, quarterback of the football team, and one of the best-looking guys in school. Me, I was a nobody--a skinny wimp. I ran cross-country, the refuge for boys who couldn't get on the cool sports teams. It was just my luck that we were in the same gym class. Back then after working...
I write in fits and starts, my longer paid projects receiving top priority during the day so this remains a sleepless night activity. I do have the whole series mapped out: currently with around 7 chapters in all. I appreciate the kindness that I received for the first chapter and hope you continue to enjoy. Again, everyone is above 18 and the characters are...