A Chubby Chaser's Autobiographical Tale Episode 1: First Contact Hi, my name's David. I've known that I was a Chubby Chaser my whole life. I'm apparently "hard wired" for it. But, knowing what you want doesn't necessarily help you get it. This is the tale of how I finally "got it". Right after graduating High School, where I had been completely closeted,...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. PART ONE: MARSH MOVES IN There are people who have always been a part of your life. You can't remember the exact moment you got to know them, or how--and it doesn't matter. Others enter and exit in ways that are forever etched in your mind, as if they were actors in a play: an aged parent slipping quietly away...
Thanks to the comments, I rewrote the first chapter, added it to the second one and looked for some editing help. Hope you enjoy this one. Please comment and let me know how you liked/didn't like it. Special thanks go to Gunter 99 and Sugababy for their time and editing this. *************** Chapter 1: Vipers and friends Jet lagged and exhausted, the l...
Chapter One : The Voice I had been coming to this little Café, alone, every day after work, for more years than I cared to remember. The entire staff knew me and knew I liked to be left alone once I was served. I tipped generously for their inattentiveness. It was my quiet sanctuary. My place to unwind from my busy day and read the paper without any distrac...
I always found it interesting how total strangers could get into deep conversations while seated side by side on an airplane. I guess it's a way to pass the time, realizing that they will probably never meet again. The smooth looking man seated next to the attractive woman on the other side of the aisle was describing something and I wondered if he was spinn...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure 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 l...
Friday March 13th A week had passed since my weird encounter with Joe in the bathroom at Bell'Amorehad taken place. I was still thinking about the handjob I did. I couldn't seem to get it out of my head. One part of me was furious and angry and I wanted to kick myself for doing a thing like that. The other part was really confused and got excited even think...
Still naked we threw the damp towels in the drier, and with a shared smile went upstairs and pissed side by side. I snagged my lotion; salt water really dried me out. We chatted about the upcoming holidays and our birthday after. We quickly lotioned together, again doing each other's backs...the comfort of him was so calming. I fixed lunch while he built up...
It is the middle of the night and I am disoriented. We are all tangled in each other as we'd fallen at the end of our lovemaking. With a few pauses to eat we had pretty much been making love all afternoon and evening. It was dark before we finally fell into an exhausted slumber. And now I'm awake. There is someone there; in the darkness. I can see well in v...
Frank and I have been friends since the 6th grade. We're 28 years old now. He's as cool as they come, little stud with jet-black, wavy, dark hair, about 5ft 11 inches, in shape, not too bulky. He's solidly built but not in any exaggerated way. The ladies always thought of him as "cute" or "adorable." In high school our class voted him "class cutie." I alway...