Walking through O'Hare airport in Chicago, I stopped short when I recognized my old friend Roger, whom I had not seen since our college days back in Oklahoma. Roger recognized me as well, as he smiled broadly and stuck out his hand. It had been almost 35 years since we had last seen each other and now we happened to meet by chance in an airport, both of us l...
I use hook-up apps as a way to travel I suppose. I don't have the luxury to flit about the globe taking selfies with landmarks, so more often than not, when I get to chat up a guy, I'm dipping my toe into a completely different life. To a degree, if and when we hook up, I become a different, more adventurous guy. And perhaps, ashamedly - when I'll leave town...
"Wouldn't you really rather have a Buick?" The quote was from a commercial jingle. I was watching a YouTube video of old car commercials from the 1950s and '60s, and that line was sung by a woman hawking Buicks. Those were the days when American cars ruled the roads and foreign cars, like Toyotas and Datsuns, were considered junk. The only foreign car worth...
I felt more than a little pissed off at this Scottish guy. Who the hell did he think he was? I asked my friend and he said that he wouldn't be here long; they were just waiting for a good excuse to get rid of him as everyone was tired of his attitude. However he was a great brawler, good looking and charming in a rogue's way, so it seemed to be buying him ti...
Eric had never really appreciated the attention his girlfriends paid to their grooming until he went in for his first waxing. He'd never thought about his own body hair or how much of a pain it would be to remove it until he'd started sleeping with Mike, and now he understood just how much time and effort it took to stay smooth and hairless. He admired his...
Cal and I sat across the kitchen island from each other. We sipped our coffee and snacked on fresh fruit. “Do you like our sex play?” He asked. “Yes, I do, I admitted. It’s the most exciting and satisfying sex I’ve ever had. Our play is very new to me, and it works well. And you? Is it working for you?” Cal nodded, smiled, and said. “I think contr...
"I'll just meet you at the hotel then?" Eve said really more as a statement than a question. It looked like Dallas would be late again; unlike several men in her past, through no fault of his own however. Living in separate cities which were fifteen hundred miles apart made for a challenging relationship, not the least of which was just figuring out schedule...
I sat waiting for the impending buzzer, my heart pounding in my chest as usual, my naked body covered in baby oil and thanks to the stroking by the pretty assistant, my cock stood erect and hopeful. I suppose I should start at the beginning really... "Marcus, get your ass over here." Yelled my manager. I quickly got to my feet, wondering what I'd be blamed...
*Hello one and all, this disclaimer is a little longer then usual and I apologize. Through some technical difficulties, I managed to lose almost my entire 60-page manuscript of Poor Simon and I am now writing from memory so it will take a little longer and I want to thank you all for bearing with me. In the following chapter, there is gay content, emotiona...
The blazing sun was relentless even though it wasn't quite noon, and as Curt Randall took off his cap to wipe the sweat off of his brow it was like he could hear the rays sizzling on his damp crew cut. Without the cap his skull would be as deeply reddish brown as much of his upper torso was. The shirt he was wearing, or rather the tattered remains of what o...