This may read as an autobiography but it is not. That is not to say I haven't seen the inside of video booth or a glory hole but beyond that, this is entirely a work of fiction. If you imagine you recognize yourself in the story, you don't. The setting is fictional but the conflict and emotion I hope I've captured, however poorly, is universal or damn near...
The next day I woke up in Samir's arms. He'd held me the whole night. I slept so well, but woke up realizing it wasn't my lion who held me. Samir wasn't as bulky, didn't hold me with the same urgency. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend. Ashkan woke me up with a finger pressed to his lips. The lion wasn't to be woken. He helped me wiggle out of Samir's a...
*Next chapter is nearly ready. I love this series, and if I finish the chapters I'll issue them faster. All Characters are 18+* * "Neil!" I caught his semen in a twist of tissue. He always said that when he came. Always. It bothered me. It bothered me more then some of the things I did at night. At least they knew me as Ryan. At least they paid me a dec...
(There is no underage sex in this, or any of my stories.) Thanks to all the readers who have reached out and become friends. For all those who have sent compliments, this story is for you. If you haven't reached and out contacted yet, go ahead, do it. Enjoy! MJ Chapter 6 Again for a second, neither of us moved. Then slowly he began to stroke, and I l...
8===> The boys share an early Christmas It was a week later, and Josh hadn't made it to his third delivery of the three bagger he was out on, before the first phone call came into the shop about him. Cody was waiting for his next delivery to come out of the oven and took the call. The older female voice on the other end began by saying, "I have never call...
8===> Josh discovers what all 'being a delivery boy' can include I spent the entire day unable to think about much except the experience from the night before with the football stud. I made it to all my classes, but was constantly day dreaming about the hunk that had introduced me to a whole new world just hours earlier. If I wasn't boning up thinking about...
I was behind the bar at the Wild Goose that very same night. The owners, Carla and Johnny Lake, wanted to attract a younger crowd and generally make the place more hip. That made me grin to myself, but I nodded seriously. They were very clear that they wanted to hear any ideas I had to change the image of the place and draw people in. Ideas? This hick town w...
The accident happened quickly, so quickly that I could not decide even after lengthy, bitter discussions and filling out a number of reports exactly what had gone wrong. I was moving a particularly bulky load and had begun to descend a ramp to the rear yards when my forklift leaned over and abruptly flipped. I was lucky I was securely strapped in; if I'd fa...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "This is why I don't come to office Christmas parties," I thought to myself as I stood near the photocopier feeling awkwardly self-conscious and uncomfortable. I was trying to look as casual I could, exchanging half-hearted pleasantries with guys from different departments who I barely knew...
It smelled of mud and grass. Voices became clearer, but still felt dim and far from me. Blurry bright lights flooded my vision. I saw the silhouette of football players trying to aid me to my feet. I can hardly open my eyes. I precariously stand, held by two guys who walk me slowly to the lockers. Cannot recognize them, they seem enthusiastic, don't know why...