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A New Beginning, Part 1
A New Beginning, Part 1 I was just sort of lost. Kinda in some sort of suspended time. I had moved back to South Florida following a corporate relocation. That was 6 months ago. My lover and partner of more than 10 years was over 1000 miles away. Our careers had come between us, and the outlook for any favorable resumption of our physical relationship was looking pretty hopeless.
A New Beginning, Part 2
I awoke on my bed, on top of the comforter. As I slowly collected my wits, I realized it was still dark outside, I looked at the clock on the compact system. It was 2:37 AM. I sat up, suddenly realizing my handicap. I went out to the kitchen and checked the microwave. There sat the dinner, untouched. My earlier thoughts and feelings were flooding back. I was alone. I felt like
A New Beginning, Part 3
Sensing his accusatory tone and the directness of his question, Brian picked up the conversation, “Hey man, sorry. I didn’t have the right to come out and ask you that way. I just thought you’d simply give me an answer. Hey, look, it’s really no problem and actually none of my business. You just seemed like someone I could talk to and get some things straight in my head.” What was
A New Beginning, Part 4
Brian didn’t back away or make any move-—it was becoming very clear that he was deferring any decisions to me, apparently figuring I was the expert here. I guess the term “expert” is relative. My talent at making passes at other guys I was attracted to was never to be considered a finely honed skill— even in my younger and wilder pre-AIDS and condom era days. I simply deferred,
A New Beginning, Part 5
Thursday morning greeted us with a bang! I didn’t even see the flash—just a loud clap of thunder, rousting both Brian and I rudely from our slumber. As I became more coherent, I realized Brian’s arms were curled around me, with the rest of him pressing against my backside. The events of the evening came back to me. I turned around slightly, checking to see if Brian was now awake too.
A New Beginning, Part 6
“Yours or mine?” I retorted. “Ours, I guess.” Brian added, circling his lips with his tongue. “Pretty good, don’t you think?” I said as I broke into a contented smile. “Either it’s just been way too long, or I’ve never had such wild and wonderful sex. I had no idea this would be such a wild turn-on! What I mean is, it’s just so great. It felt so natural, so normal, so
A New Beginning, Part 7
I got to the office in record time, and was fortunate to stroll in just after most people had left for lunch. Ahh, more time to think up a good excuse—if even it became necessary to have one. I too was hungry, and quickly raided the office refrigerator for something to go with my cup of coffee. I found the remnants of yesterday’s lunch that I’d failed to finish. I wolfed this down
A New Beginning, Part 8
A New Beginning, Part 8 Brian’s nostrils were flared and his breaths came in short, hard pants. He was now a sexual consumed Animal—hell bent on self gratification. “Fuck! Fuck me now! I want that dick in my ass!” he hissed, while wriggling his ass crack against my straining manhood. I was likewise overcome with the lust of the moment. It’d been quite a while since an opportunity to
A New Beginning, Part 9
A New Beginning, Part 9 Equally exhausted, both Brian and I slept soundly, each shrouded in his own version of blissful repose--all too brief a respite from the stresses and trials of our lives. On occasion, I became momentarily aware of Brian’s presence when he stirred, reshuffling our mutual sleeping configuration. The spent fluids had welded us together, and as they dried, any
A New Beginning, Part 10
I arrived at the office with time to spare. I went about my normal routine of making a pot of coffee, then heading for my office and booting up the computer. Armed with a fresh cup of Java and a day old doughnut, I was ready to face my emails, along with the rest of the day. Friday quickly turned into the day from hell. I’m not really complaining, but I had nearly double the usual
A New Beginning, Part 11
I felt a stabbing pain in my groin. I struggled to make coherent sense out of my sleepy stupor and separate my dreams from reality. In the dim early morning light, the events of the preceding night unfolded in my mind and I caught sight of the 4 year old source of my discomfort—putting it mildly. Kevin was still not awake, but apparently had some type of nightmare and had managed
A New Beginning, Part 12
A New Beginning, Part 12 I skimmed the paper, read the comics and horoscope—this ought to be good! “Today is an 8—Like yesterday, you’re interested in doing something bold, taking steps into uncharted territory. Why hold back? Your instincts are generally good, so follow them. Taking a risk could work out well. And, it’s sure to be interesting!” “Jesus!” I thought, “You don’t know
A New Beginning, Part 13
I made a quick stop and the grocery store on the way home, picking up a few essentials and a couple of steaks. I was pretty sure that if and when Brian made it back to the apartment, he’d probably not want to dine out. If surprised, they would keep for a couple of days anyway. I arrived home at about quarter to six. I put things away and flicked on the TV. I grabbed a glass,
A New Beginning, Part 14
A New Beginning, Part 14 The phone rang early Sunday morning. First, someone from the hospital called regarding the pending arrangements for the disposition of Jenny, apparently not aware of the presence of her parents. Brian had given them the local hotel number where they could be reached. We had made an unsuccessful effort to start the day, but didn’t get any further than a glass
A New Beginning, Part 15
That was the last I heard from Brian for nearly 3 weeks. I’d expected to at least get a call, at some point, after the funeral and to give me an update on his progress, if any, with regard to Kevin. I managed to keep very busy at work, and even went out the a couple of local watering holes after work. I met some friends old friends I’d known before moving to Virginia for 6 years.
A New Beginning, Part 16
The next morning, we awoke in each other’s arms, curled around each other basking in each other’s warmth and being. Collecting my senses, I recalled that this was a work day. It didn’t take me but a couple of moments to decide on calling in sick. I’d had a slight cold the last couple of days, and it’d be easily convincing, especially since I was rarely sick. That out of the way,
And Along Came George
The summer passed and school started. Kenny and I continued to have great sex together. Shay returned to school and was not around as much. George had decided to drop out of school, and Kenny was in the process of enlisting in the Army. It was now late September and Kenny would be leaving in late October. George was despondent over failing in school and would later turn to drugs,
Class Reunions Can Be Fun
Growing up in the Midwest for me was more my fate than design. My father was transferred from suburban northern New Jersey when I was two weeks into 5th grade. At this point, it wasn’t so much a culture change moving from the New York metropolitan area to the smack dab middle of the country, as it was the trauma of leaving my school and neighborhood friends. But I didn’t get a vote at the
Confessions of An Escort--Or How I Got My First Job
Confessions of an Escort—Or How I Got My First Job Just where do I start? I grew up in the Midwest. Nice enough, but other than a couple of lakes, not much in the way of significant landmarks to make life interesting—no mountains, no beaches, no swamps…okay nix the swamp. I had a really fine home life, very caring parents, and a sister from hell. Other than my stormy relationship with my
Confessions of An Escort--Or How I Got My First Job, Part 2
Confessions of An Escort—Or How I Got My First Job Part 2 I didn’t see John ALL the time. Soon there were others. It started out when John’s work schedule changed and he started working nights. I figured I’d just continue my loop scooping some more—not much else to do, and besides—this was more of a getaway than anything else. Okay, there was the unmistakable lure of potential sex too.
Confessions Of An Escort--Or How I Got My First Job, Part 3
Confessions Of An Escort—Or How I Got My First Job, Part 3 Yep, that $100 sure came in handy. Within the week, I had to replace the right front tire on the car. Against my better judgment, I’d relented and let my sister borrow my car during the afternoon. I’d been playing tennis with a friend of mine and he’d driven, so my car was at home. Mother had a hair appointment, so she needed
Confessions of An Escort--Part 4
Part 4 The next morning, I was up by 9:30 AM and came down for breakfast. Mother had already been up and had hers, and was outside working in the backyard. She was an avid gardener and was very proud of the compliments she received from her friends. She’d already done her early morning watering and was moving the plethora of small trinkets and decorative statuary that adorned the back
Confessions Of An Escort--Part 5
Curtis and I were poised at the west end of the loop within fifteen minutes. On the way down, we’d engaged in some small talk. I’d learned that he did have a girlfriend at the time and it seemed logical, since he’d bombed out of college and was basically broke—both enough to put a serious cramp in anyone’s style. We headed east on the long leg portion of the loop, checking out the occupants
Confessions Of An Escort--Part 6
Confessions Of An Escort—Part 6 Of course, Curtis and I slept in Saturday morning, waking up just before noon. A clearer head prevailed now, and I found myself want to know just how Curtis had met up with Ralph. One way to find out…ask. I was in a confrontational mood and was just about to pop out the question when Curtis interrupted my train of thought. Curtis simply chucked his morning
Confessions Of An Escort--Part 7
When we awoke from our “recharge the batteries” nap, it was already getting dark. I flicked my eyes, getting them accustomed to the glare and noise of the TV. There was some older movie already in progress. I looked out the window and could only the deeply rich blue sky, the kind that shortly follows a summer sunset. I glanced at Curtis’’ clock—it was almost 9 PM. My stirring around and
Confessions Of An Escort--Part 8
“Looks like you two have been having a pretty good time in here!” Vince chided Curtis as he took in the room’s obvious state of chaos and mess. “Smells like you both have been having one mighty fine time too!” he added as he inhaled deeply, and then wrinkled his nose. By now, I’d decided that this Vince guy knew exactly what the score was. I was still parked under the stained sheet. True
Confessions Of An Escort--Part 9
Sleeping three to a bed can be fun, but it’s also a problem when someone tosses and turns. I don’t think anyone really slept that well, but somewhere just before 11 AM we all piled out of bed. Curtis said that he’d better clean up the disaster area, air the place out and throw the bed linens in the washer before his parents got home, probably around late afternoon or early evening. The three
Confessions Of An Escort--Part10
After Vince left for work, Curtis asked me what I thought about Vince. I told him that he seemed to be a really nice guy, but as far as his sexual behavior, I’d never seen his equal. I guessed that apparently I still have a few things to learn, although I’d sure hoped that it was one thing to be aware of—and quite another to be a participant. I’d just set my limits and stick to them. Rather
Confessions Of An Escort--Part11
Usually, I turn off the phone in my bedroom if I’m planning on sleeping late, or if I’d worked the night audit and needed to sleep during the day; however, I’d forgotten to take care of this. I was awakened shortly after 1 PM by the incessant ringing of the phone located on my bedroom desk. Even after I was awake, I didn’t answer it, figuring someone downstairs would pick up, but after another
Confessions Of An Escort--Part12
We walked in the restaurant, and for a Tuesday night, the place was nearly full. We were shown to a nice table for two in the corner by the large front window—I guessed it was sort of a prime spot. In any event, it was a fair distance from a large family gathering with kids in the back of the room. I looked around, but saw no trace of Vince. When our waiter came over, after we’d ordered, I
Crusin' D Beach, Part 1
The following story took place last summer, and while I had originally hesitated to tell the story for obvious reasons, I have now decided to tell. My friend, Bill, and I were walking down Cherry Avenue an evening last July, just as it was getting dark. We had walked some distance on the paved road which extends along the park. Nearing the Beach Stair-way, which is close to the
Crusin' D Beach, Part 2
The minister's son was now twitching back and forth, trying to get all of his cock into Bill. At the same time, he was riding my cock up his ass. Bill then started to lift up and down on Jamie's dick, being just inches from where I was driving my cock in and out of Jamie's ass. The boy was now begging, "Fuck me! Please fuck me! Harder, harder ... all the way up." Sweat was oozing
Fishing The Supermarket
Fishing The Supermarket Saturday morning started out just like any other. The early morning sun fell across my forehead and its brightness activated my subconscious gray matter into action. I opened my eyes to the familiar stare of my cat—bright green eyes—focused patiently on me awaiting my arousal. At the first sign of movement, “Dildo” jumped off the bed and with a flick of his thick,
Frat Brother First Time
(The names and places have been changed to protect the hardly innocent). My sophomore year at University of Illinois I found myself spending an inordinate amount of time on one of the school-sponsored bulletin board systems. Through a "computer glitch" (hardly a glitch, given I was a Computer Engineering major...but I digress), I ended up in "chat" mode with a guy whose postings I
Guinness
Guinness The general manager of the store brought him around the computer department and made the necessary introductions. I’d been having some staffing issues, and when the summer crop of high school and college whiz kids dried up with the beginning of fall classes, I’d been in heap of hurt, schedule wise. Ross, the GM, was an ex-football player who’d gotten outta shape after he’d
Guinness, Part 2
Guinness, Part 2 In the interest of time, we each cleaned up in separate bathrooms. The boat service man just might finish up early and arrive ahead of his estimated schedule. I was still sort of dazed by the whole thing, yet there it was in plain sight—staring at back at me in the mirror—my chest full of cum—mine and Alexssandor’s. I stepped into the shower and flipped on the water,
Guinness, Part 3
Guinness, Part 3 I barely got my bare ass out of the shower, and was toweling off when Alexssandor just bounded in the bedroom. He was “dressed” this time—boat shoes and an old pair of shorts…not your Bermuda type that go down to your knees…these babies were SHORT…well worn jeans that had probably been cut off more than once. These babies barely covered the jewels and his butt cheeks!
Guinness, Part 4
Guinness, Part 4 Well, back to reality. So much for basking in the post-ejaculatory splendor! I guess you could say the memorable moment sort of “came and went”. Alexssandor grabbed the pole (my pole—fishing pole that is) locked the spinning line, and then began reeling in whatever was on the other end of the line. I just stood and watched him in action. Good form! I was lost in
Hot Story
A few years ago, I lived in a luxury apartment complex. Across the hall was a great guy by the name of John. John was a very well liked guy around town, owned his own business, was attractive, dated several nights a week, and enjoyed most sports. We met while golfing at the complex's course. He had a great knack for making everyone feel comfortable and ready for fun. A party seemed
How I Became A Bottom
My first experience took place in College during my freshman year. I was going to UCLA and to make ends meet, I was working at a market. Although I knew I was gay, I had never had any experience. Sexually I didn’t even know what guys did to each other. I guess that I came from a very sheltered home. After working for a couple of weeks, I was assigned to the night shift. Since I
Hunter's Revenge
Don was so excited to be going bear hunting. He spotted a small brown bear in the woods and shot it. Then there was a tap on his shoulder; he turned around to see a big black bear. The black bear said, "Don, you’ve got two choices: either I maul you to death or we have sex." Don decided to bend over. After two weeks of feeling sore, Don recovered and vowed revenge. He headed out on
Just One Man's Opinon
Two old men decided they are close to their last days on earth and thought they'd have one last night on the town. After a few drinks, they ended up at the local brothel. The madam takes one look at the two old geezers and whispers to her manager, "Go up to the first two rooms and put an inflated doll in each bed. Those two are so old and drunk; I am not wasting two of my girls on them. They
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Mirror Image, Part 1
Mirror Image Looking back more than just a few years, I fondly recall my childhood and adolescent years—hell bent on the threshold of manhood. At times what today seems miniscule or trivial were major issues and seemingly insurmountable problems, generating tremendous pressure and more than challenging obstacles. Yet somehow, I was able to run the gauntlet and like the proverbial
Mirror Image, Part 2
Mirror Image, Part 2 The first couple of months found both of us for the most part preoccupied with our respective jobs. My company was continually on the grow and was going through another growth spurt after the first quarter plateau. Greg’s new company was delighted to have landed him and viewed him as a seasoned veteran in the business and was eagerly heaping on the clients. Greg
Mirror Image, Part 3
Mirror Image, Part 3 I nervously felt Greg’s penis continue to expand. In a few more seconds he was completely hard—and I mean rock hard. Well now, my pecker didn’t have to be encouraged twice. Maybe it was because of the sexual drought following Jeff’s departure, maybe the alcohol, and maybe just because I hadn’t jacked off lately. In any event, I too had thrown a rod and our cocks
Mirror Image, Part 4
Well now, Greg didn’t have to be told twice. He took the vial of poppers from me and tried to open them. He ran into a bit of difficulty in twisting off the cap, since his fingers were still slick from the lube. I threw him a hand towel (more aptly put—a trick towel) and he dried off his hands. He lay there on his stomach opening the bottle this time effortlessly. I watched him
My Hawaiian Friend
I was feeling very horny and wanted some cock to suck. I use the ole' internet and someone clicked on that lived a couple houses down from me. We were both married, but when it comes to guys, we like our share. He was Hawaiian, a medium sized-cock about 6.5", and very dark skinned, 36 years old. Very cute with little hair on his body. I am about 26, 5'8", 165#, brown
Stranger Things Can Happen
For quite a while, I’ve heard of various self-help programs, group therapy clinics, 12 step programs, TV Talk Shows—you know—the sensational kinds—filled with strange and crazy people. Everything from aberrant societal behavior to the mere wild and crazy—I guess they have quite a crew of recruiters that scour the trailer parks from one end of the country to the other, looking for
Stranger Things Can Happen, Part 2
As I approached my car in the parking lot, I fumbled for my keys, only to find they weren’t there! Damn. Immediately, I realized I’d left them on the table near the condiments at the restaurant. I turned and headed back towards the restaurant. Mark saw me walking away from the car and called out, “Something wrong?” “Not really, I just left my keys on the table at the restaurant.” I
Well, One Has To Start Somewhere
Well, One Has To Start Somewhere Thinking back on my early experimentation with sex, as I became “aware” of my body and its needs, pleasures and methodology of gratification, I recall that I was always both interested and thankful for my discovery of frottage. At the time, I’d never even heard of the word, and certainly wasn’t an authority on the subject. It was just that age of sexual
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