Aaron, Brent, and Mark had been best friends since high school. Two years after graduation, the three of them decided to go on a road trip to Nevada. All three of them had dreamed of Las Vegas ever since they were young, and they'd made up their minds they were going. The three men decided they would take Mark's car, since it was the most fuel efficient, an...
8===> "From painting the house to painting the ceiling" * It had been a rough couple of weeks working in the blazing sun scraping and painting the monstrous old house for Trent's grandmother. My friend had easily conned me into helping with the massive project by offering to split the $2,500 she had promised for getting it done. Thankfully we were nearing...
At forty two I disliked how out of shape I was. It didn't help that I had just taken a job working behind a desk. I started walking, but that didn't do much to decrease my waist size. After getting frustrated with the spare tire above my belt, I decided to buy a bike. I just fell in love with a 21 speed mountain bike with big knobby tires. After my wife wro...
It had been months since Justin and I first had sex and we were still going strong. During the night after our first time together, I had finally admitted to him that I was bi. He wasn't bothered by it, finding it cool that I could bounce between guys and girls. He told me he had fucked and been sucked off by a few guys, among them Alex. Not because he was b...
We quickly got it done putting it all away, Ryan kissing me at every chance he had, we headed back to mine, deciding on a quick swim then one more time before they got home. Ryan and I stripped naked, dove in doing laps, hugging kissing, having a great time. We got out of the pool and dried off, headed to the bedroom a knock on the door. "Hey guys we're bac...
Author's note: This story is very loosely based on a true reminiscence I found posted on the Net. My apologies to the anonymous author of the original whom I cannot acknowledge by name. KN * Years ago, I had a job that kept me on the road a lot. Sometimes I had to share a room. On one trip I went with Ethan, who had been at the company only a few months. W...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novel is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly rom...
Hunter waved at the two angelic faces smiling at them from the computer screen. "Love you, Caleb. Love you, Jordan." Two high-pitched squeals erupted from the speakers. "Love you, Daddy. Love you, Papa. When you comin' home?" "We'll be home to tuck you into bed tomorrow night. You be good for Grandma." Echoes of 'we will' rang through the room. As the squ...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
8===> The last day at the beach, the trip home, and the confession When we awoke the next morning, both Greg and I snickered as we discovered we were both not only as hard as rock as usual, but also wet and sticky from all the pre we had oozed as we slept curled together. We managed to get up and get into out suits for the beach without Trent or Ethan notic...