Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Early the next morning I was standing staring at myself in the bathroom mirror wearing only my pyjama bottoms. I looked like shit. I'd hardly slept all night, my fitful dreams being such a surreal tangle of male imagery that I kept waking, wondering what the hell was happening to me. In spi...
I looked over at Sven as he skillfully maneuvered the truck out of the parking spot and headed down the road. Boy, he was a big man. I felt dwarfed sitting next to his rugged muscular frame. As we left the small town, he settled in to the speed limit on the highway and then turned in my direction. I turned as I saw him look at me and felt myself mesmerized b...
Author's note: [For 'Carl'] Okay, there might be a couple more stories in this vein, since people seem to like them. And yes, Jaspar's a bit of a prick, who needs an urgent wake-up call. But for those of you who deeply dislike him, stick with it... I promise, it'll be worth it. Go into it with a dark sense of humour, and trust me to sort him out. ;-) ***...
This is the end of Luke's first week, staying with Mike's parents, who have welcomed Luke into their home with open arms. Luke has met Mike's childhood, and lifelong best straight friend, Jerry. Jerry had invited Luke to go to a live Band Fest in a neighboring town. They had decided to sleep together in Mike's bed that night. The following took place, after...
3 * * * * * * We'd managed to get up to occasional chatter about the news and the weather by the time Rob pulled over to another service station. "I need a piss, and we could grab some food and coffee while we're here. It'll only take another hour or so to get to the cottage, and then we can relax. In fact, we'd be best to find a supermarket on the way a...
(Authors Note: This is the 8th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03, Ch04. Best wishes to everyone for a Merry Christmas!) Time marched on. Charles and I had been together for ten years and had flown to Aspen for a combination anniversary/Thanksgiving ski trip. We were staying a...
3.a: The treadmill Wednesday had come around again. I had gotten a message from Sir to be at his place for one p.m. and I was achingly horny. Besides the fact that I had been locked for a month now, far longer than I ever had been before, I was still feeling the residual excitement from shooting that video in the parking garage on the weekend. So, after doi...
All participants are 18 or over. ***** I walked into Vance's apartment building with wary trepidation. The last time I'd been here, my life was completely changed. I was drugged and unconscious in his apartment when the man called Vance tattooed the word CUMSLUT across my forehead. For a while, I had little memory of that night, but I sure had made some...
WARNING! ( Please Read Carefully ) The following short story is not for the feint hearted. It is intended for adults only with an interest in gay sex and rugby league and it contains plenty of visceral and extremely graphic male on male group sex. The rugby league match at the heart of the story gets pretty rough. The sex that follows it is even rougher. T...
Happy Hour So my friend Freddy and I were seated at the bar inside 'Swinging Dick's Saloon' and this gorgeous hunk-of-a-man approaches us and blurts out, "Which of you queen's wants to blow me?" I am taken aback by his brash crudeness but Freddy instantly becomes all giggles, raises a limp-wrist and squeals, "I do -- I do -- I do...." Good God, what a fla...