This story was inspired by an old Bruce Springsteen song of the same name and used without permission. Sometimes, being careful doesn't always work out. * A Cautious Man: Chapter 1 Bill Orton was a cautious man. He was also a skillful, organized, disciplined, and thoughtful man. Even at age five, his parents were impressed with his neatness and organizati...
Chapter 1: All Our Past Times There was no "Bernie." It was just a made-up name from long ago, and no one remembered its origin. "Backstreet Bernie's," however, was a sacred watering hole for me and a number of the locals. Nick Kleinhof was bartender during most afternoons and evenings. He was also the owner, and as you soon discovered, no one ... I mean no...
Pease note: story is fiction. Contains depictions of harmful activity. Do not try. ***** My dear slept with Magnus the night of their 'date'. I mean they spent the night in our bed, nude and cuddled. Their relationship had progressed from hand jobs to tit fucks. They kissed far more often than I was able to kiss my betrothed. There was a real emotional con...
I am a married black man, early 50's. This is my story; a reminiscence of real thoughts, feelings and events of my life. My decision to write it was born out of a private personal need for erotic expression - an outlet for sexual frustration. My decision to share it is an extension of that expression, but not an invitation for anyone else to use it in whole...
It's definitely been a while, but hey, what can you do when life gets busy? Thank you to those who have been waiting for a long time. And welcome to those who are just now stopping by. Huge thanks to SexyGeek for his honest feedback, and helpful tips. Again, your feedback is truly appreciated. I love to hear from all of you. Enjoy! ***** Chapter 8: S...
Dear reader. This is another light hearted story of betrayal that won't stand up too long to an intense reality check. Warning: It contains undeveloped characters that some people may not be able to identify with. It contains no backstory, or as I like to call it, padding. It will leave the hardcore BTBers hungry, the RAAC adherents starving and the lovers o...
The automotive aisle in Wal-Mart is the ideal place to shop for men. A sundress or jeans and a sweater accompanied with a frustrated look and you have a man magnet. This Thursday afternoon was no exception. I crouched on my heels before bulb display trying to find a replacement for my burned out interior dome light. I had narrowed the choice down to three bu...
I was ecstatic that I was getting to see Sam again, especially since it had only been a couple hours since I'd given him the massage. I had gotten so horny that, when we were done, I headed straight home and self-indulged, and the only thing I could fantasize about was him. Sam called me and told me he needed to tell me something important, in person. He su...
WEDNESDAY I was awakened on Wednesday morning by a text message from Dana, at exactly 8 a.m. All it said was, "7 hours." Attached was a picture of her lips, with shiny red lip gloss, which she didn't usually wear, but, in this context was very sexy. I realized that she had a test at 9, so I probably wouldn't hear from her again until about noon. There was n...
Nine months ago Tom moved into the unit next door to ours and it was a quiet Sunday morning when he came across the landing we shared and introduced himself. He explained that he was an airline pilot who worked 4 days on, 3 days off and would only ever use his flat for those 3 days each week. He seemed like a lovely guy so my wife Kat invited him over for di...