After I finished high school I took a holiday before I decided on a career. I lived with my parents so I didn't need to worry about money. I spent most of my time at the beach but on days when the weather was poor I would catch a train into Sydney to wander around the CBD. I was still pretty naïve back then so any time away from the suburbs seemed like an ad...
I hate bars. I always have. I've never been that kind of gay. Bars like the Red Carpet Lounge made me nervous. Partly, it was the atmosphere: dark, smoky, stinking of cigarettes and constantly buzzing with noise either from the too-loud P.A. or from the conversations of the patrons. Partly, it was the people: a mixture of skinny ultra-hip college kids in fla...
After that, we had our morning breakfast. The whole breakfast was filled with tension. As I was eating with him, I could still taste his cum in my mouth. He seemed calm while eating his breakfast. I could not control myself as I couldn't release myself this morning. For the entire breakfast, I had a huge boner. I think he realized the fact that I was feel...
Gabriel Wes- Dinner. 7 pm. Sunday Kitchen. Don't be late. Oh god, that was hot. Not only did he want to see me, but now he was bossing me around after I had just teased him mercilessly. I had to respond. Gabe- I guess you must've really liked my show if you want to take me out to dinner afterward? I waited in anticipation for another text, my dick s...
Dedication and Thank you: To my dear friend Gipsy Keket, thank you for the wonderful names you came up with and for your always being there for me, and; being a creative inspiration to me always. You are a great friend and inspiration. I love ya girl! It was a Sunday morning and it had begun to rain when I heard these words: "You," he said, "are a terribly...
John sat in the car quietly as Scott drove them to their destination, dinner and drinks with Scott's friends. John was in uncharted territory here. He'd never met these people, never imagined his relationship with Scott would ever go beyond Scott's own home. He felt fairly certain this was a mistake, but a part of him couldn't deny that he wanted to do this....
The Snow Man – Part 1 Alex was driving on the interstate about fifty miles west of Denver when the world turned white. First came the blanket of fog, then thin sheets of snow that blew in over the rocks on either side of the highway and drifted, snakelike, across the pavement. The snow flakes became bigger and heavier. Soon the road signs were unreadable an...
Ben and Lacy arrived at the small, hole-in-the-wall bar on the east side of town. Neither had been there before and were only there because Lacy had won tickets for a show in a raffle at work. Lacy wore a short leather skirt, white green blouse showing lots of cleavage, and her best heels. Ben wore his best jeans that hugged his ass and a maroon silk shirt....
Micah watched the door nervously. 'I shouldn't have done it,' he thought. Two weeks puttering around a vacant apartment while all his roommates were away for the Christmas holiday had been too much. It had been a sex starved one man orgy of gay porn and masturbation. But even when he came eight times in a single day watching the crap, it was not enough. He m...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "We were on a hiking trip up in the Pennines," Troy began quietly after the waitress had taken our order. The coffee shop, which was hidden away among a few takeaways and convenience stores across the road from the college, was deserted in spite of the time of day. He asked, "I don't suppos...