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Dario 'n Dad, Part 3

by D.B. Reed


Dario 'n Dad (Part III) Author's note----earlier versions of part III have not been posted, perhaps because they contained some pretty hot descriptions of Dario's initiation to man- to-man sex with a high school teacher/coach when Dario was well below the age of eighteen. All of you readers will just have to imagine that hot scenario. Hopefully removing it from this version will allow for part III to finally be published here. At breakfast the next morning (bacon and eggs and toast and coffee and juice and fresh fruit) I asked him about this photo-shoot for the male magazine. I reminded him that he'd somewhat casually mentioned the editor fucking him as part of the "audition" and I asked if that was the first time he'd done it. "Oh God no! It was an okay afternoon, but certainly not memorable. Not like the first time anyway" he said, and I asked him to tell me about that first time. "Okay dad, here goes" he said, giving me all the details: Dario spent a good hour or so telling me about his initiation into male-to-male sex by a hunky coach/teacher named McKay at his school. The details of this introduction can't be related here because my son was considerably under the age of eighteen at that time. The coach was fired at the end of that year, something about a scandal involving a cheerleader, her football captain boyfriend and her older brother. Evidently my son wasn't the only student that this guy was fooling around with. I didn't know whether to be furious that this teacher had seduced my 15-year old son, or to be thankful to him for breaking Dario into the joys of man-sex, things that he could later teach me. Hearing Dario tell me that McKay wasn't so well hung as me was sort of a kick, and I wondered who else had fucked my son enough to open him up so that he could accommodate me as easily as he did. I wanted to hear graphic details about each of the other men who'd pumped his cock up Dario's hairy butt-hole, but had other immediate plans. "C'mon baby bear, go out and put those leather pants on again and bring in my camera with you." We spent the next five hours with me taking shot after shot of every little bit of his body. I used up one entire roll just on Dario's hairy arm-pits, and two more while he bent over and pulled his butt cheeks apart while I took photos of his hairy ass-hole. There's a timer on my camera, one which allowed me to set it up, run across the room and manage to get my hand or my mouth around his cock before the click that preserved the image on film. It would be weeks before I found a discreet developing studio who would not only process the film but also do blow-ups of our favorite shots, namely the ones like Dario's load splattering all over my face, like me almost (but not quite) pulling completely out of his ass before shoving roughly back into him. Dario's little "goodie bag" that he'd packed and brought along included some tit-clamps which we used on both of us, a big double-sided dildo that we shared while hugging and kissing one another, and about three big bags of prime Columbian marijuana. I guess I was a little surprised that this generation was still doing pot, it seemed like a 60's and 70's thing to me, but I'd never done it back then. One of the big jokes of the weekend was after we'd both gotten totally stoned and he sat his furry butt right on my face. I lapped up into the chute and allowed my own saliva to dribble back onto me. As I pulled away and giggled uncontrollably Dario told me that I was "shit faced in more ways that one!" What I discovered that night was how long you can go without coming when stoned on your butt. It was fantastic! The fire in the stone fireplace that night was for more than atmosphere as the storm came through. It got cold (an excuse for the two of us to cuddle closer together) and the thunder and lightening was accompanied by torrents of rain. It rained and rained and rained, and I was glad we'd had the caretaker bring plenty of wood onto the porch to keep it dry. We stayed in bed for two days of constant rain, totally oblivious to the world outside the cabin. On our fourth day at the cabin we finally looked out the window and realized that the dirt road from the blacktop had been washed out completely. A four-wheeler (similar to Dario's GEO Tracker back home) came up what once was the road and stopped just in front of the cabin. A big guy got out, ran up to the porch and pounded on the door. "Hey, anybody in there?" he shouted out, and I looked out the window to see him covered with a transparent rain-shield and a plastic covering over his police-department hat. "Who's there?" I said, and he announced his position as the local constable. "You okay in there mister. I spoke to your caretaker yesterday and he said you were up here. Are you by yourself?" he called in through the door, and I said that we were fine, both my son and I, but I was hesitant to let him in. All of a sudden we saw a blinding flash of lightening, joined almost immediately by a huge clap of thunder. I remember as a kid counting by 1000, 1001, 1002 and determining how far away the strike was. Mentally I got to about one-th.....before I head the clap and just then a tree fell right onto the four-wheeler that the policeman had used to come check on us. "Holy fuckin' shit!" he said from behind the door, and I realized we had to let him in. I grabbed my shorts from the chair and pulled them on, although Dario still lay totally naked on the bed behind us. Deputy Turk Randolph introduced himself to me, and I shook his hand, giving my name to him. "And that's my son Dario" I said, pointing to the naked hunk in the iron bed. "Yeah sure, that's okay mister. I don't care who you say he is so long as he's 18, and from the looks of him he's considerably older than that". "Honest officer, he really is my son!" I said, realizing as soon as I'd said it that he now suspected something more than he'd originally walked in assuming. There were empty beer cans and roach clips and tit-clamps and, oh yes, that big double-headed dildo sitting right there in the middle of the floor. "I'll have to stay here until the storm let's up" he said. "But if you'd like I can go out onto the porch". "Don't even consider it" I said to him, started to offer him a beer than caught myself. "Actually, I'm off duty, just thought I'd drive up here on my way home to check on you. So if the offer's still good I'd love a beer Mr...uh." He'd forgotten my last name and I told him to call me Brad. This deputy reminded me of the image I'd conjured up for Cody McKay whom Dario had earlier told me about. He was big and blond and muscular and.... Well there was one big difference from how Dario had described McKay. Deputy Turk Randolph had arms that were thickly coated with blond/brown hair, liberally flecked with bits of gold mixed in. The top button of his uniform shirt was open and revealed heavy tufts of the same colored hair poking out, and he had a heavy 5:00 o'clock shadow even though it was just mid-morning when he'd arrived. He must've worked the night shift if he was on his way home at this hour. It wasn't until then that I saw him shivering. It suddenly became obvious that the plastic rain coat hadn't done much to protect him on the short run from the 4-wheeler to the cabin. His uniform pants and shirt were soaking beneath the plastic, and I told him to get the wet things off. "Yeah, you're probably right. Looks like it will be a while before anybody can get in to rescue us" he said. He pulled the plastic off his body, put his plastic coated hat onto the kitchen table and started to unbutton his shirt. As he removed it completely and placed it on the back of the chair over by the fire I realized that my earlier appraisal of him had been fairly accurate. Not quite so hairy all over as my son Dario, Deputy Turk Randolph was still really thickly coated with heavy old-flecked brownish/blond hair. Even his back was blanketed with the light-colored fluff and as he removed his matching uniform slacks it was obvious that his legs were likewise covered. Turned on as I was by the fact that I'd not seen Dario wearing underwear all week I was sort of excited by the skimpy bikini shorts that Randolph wore. They were solid black in color, a nice contrast to the thick blond hair on his legs and the part of his butt that showed. The front of them bulged out exceedingly, making it obvious that Turk Randolph had perhaps enough inside his shorts to rival even my hefty endowment. "Whoa!" I heard Dario say from his perch on the bed. He was up in a flash and on his knees before Deputy Randolph before the big man had a chance to object. "Oh shit!" he said as he reached in and unleashed the man's cock. "Oh my GOD!" I said, reacting to the sight of a cock that put mine to shame. He had to have four inches on me, and it hung damned near all the way to his knees. This was truly a cock that would rival that of a stallion. I eyeballed the big double-ended dildo on the floor and realized that Turk's cock was comparable in length (and somewhat thicker than the artificial thing Dario had brought with him on the trip.. I slipped my shorts off and joined Dario down on the floor where we did double-duty on the deputy's dick. We took turns licking the shaft and sucking the huge head and tonguing the angry thick veins that ran just beneath the skin's surface. Occasionally our tongues would touch, creating yet another kind of electric excitement as I french-kissed my own kid while sharing this big cop's dick with him. "Hey Brad, I don't believe for a second that this is your kid" he said to me "but it looks like you've got a thing for really hairy guys". Turning his attention to Dario he said "and you're obviously turned on by big dicks like this guy you're calling your 'daddy' has. Looks like I've got what it takes to keep both you guys happy for a while." "Go on, get around there and fuck his hairy ass while he blows me - or at least while he tries to take all I've got!" the big deputy said, and by the time I positioned myself at Dario's ass at least half of Turk Randolph's cock had disappeared down my son's throat. My big cock (which now seemed oddly inferior) slid easily up his chute and I started fucking Dario's butt while Turk pumped in and out of his mouth. My earlier appraisal of Turk not being quite so hairy as Dario ended up being wrong too. Once I leaned forward and started feeling his furry chest I realized that it was only lighter in color, certainly as thick as Dario's in texture. Damn! This big guy had it all. "Yeah I knew it! You can't take it all can you kid?" Turk said, and I looked down to see Dario make a last supreme effort to swallow the monstor cock entirely. "Jesus that's incredible!" the big guy said, and I leaned up to kiss him on the lips. Considering the length of my cock up his ass and the big deputy buried in his face, I'm surprised we didn't feel ourselves touch inside Dario's body. I felt myself ready to blast and broke off my kiss with Turk. Dario grunted as he felt me explode up his butt and at the same instant Deputy Randolph pulled his incredible organ from my son's mouth. I watched as spurt after spurt of thick white come jettisoned from Turk's cock. It was truly phenomenal the amount of come that this guy had stored up in his huge balls. In all I counted fourteen continuous blasts, each of them (up until numbers thirteen and fourteen) were about as much come as a normal produces in total. Some of it went directly into Dario's mouth, but more splattered all over his face, his hair his chest and shoulders and hairy muscular arms. Big globs of the goo hung from the coarse whiskers on Dario's face. "Okay turn around and bend over" he told me. "I wanna' watch him fuck you now!" I was thankful that he didn't suggest that I take him up my butt like Dario had. I'd been stretched a lot during the last few days, but I didn't think I'd be able to accommodate anything the size of his donkey-dick. No, it was bigger than a donkey, bigger than a horse. I can't imagine what animal one could compare Turk Randolph to. He stood in front of me playing with his own tits buried deep in the gold mat of hair as he watched Dario plow into me. "Come on his back kid, I wanna' watch you shoot your load all over his back!" I felt Dario pull out of me and soon sensed the searing heat of his load as it painted my back and my ass. Turk leaned forward and rubbed the snotty stuff into my skin as Dario came round to offer me his cock to clean off. We all stood there sort of exhausted just as a beeping sound came from the two-way radio that Turk had set on the counter when he came into the cabin. "Yo TURK, come in boy, this here's the chief calling. You okay? Those people from the city okay?" Randolph padded naked across the floor and pushed the button to respond to his chief. He explained how the tree had fallen on his four-wheeler and how the road out was almost impassable when he'd come in. Certainly by now it would be washed out. "You want me to send someone in to get you?" the Chief asked, and Turk said that wouldn't be necessary. "I'll just wait out the storm here with these folks" the well-hung deputy said, adding that we'd figure out some way to pass the time. "Call my wife will you chief. Tell her I don't know when I'll be home". Hearing that the guy was married was a bit of a surprise, and at that point I figured he was maybe one of those types who might openly bash gays but when given the opportunity he would gladly participate. "Damn" he said later on. "You two are a lot better than that hitch-hiker I picked up last week. He managed to work off his ticket without me having to haul him into the station. Course he put up a little bit of a fight and I had to cuff him naked to that tree while I taught him a lesson about respect for an officer of the law!" The rains let up during the night, and by morning the local flooding had eased enough for the police department tow truck to get in and pull Turk's 4 x 4 out from beneath the tree. He'd regaled us all night long with stories of his sexual escapades. I watched as he fucked Dario's ass with his huge base-ball bat of a cock, frightened as I watched that he might split my son's hairy ass right up the middle. It didn't happen though. Dario took the big guy like a trooper (no pun intended) and I felt like I was in "hair heaven" sandwiched between these two furry bears on the big iron-frame bed. We never were able to convince him that I was really Dario's father. He refused to believe that anyone so hairy as my eighteen year old could come from someone like me. Oh by the way, he did take his turn at being fucked as well. Turk Randolph eagerly took my big meat up his butt, told me it was about the biggest one he's ever felt and I no longer felt inferior to him. My only concern was that after feeling Turk Randolph's one-in-a-million dick up his butt that Dario wouldn't ever be satisfied by mine again. It was an unfounded worry, because the instant the big deputy left we were going at it again -- hot and heavy and horny and hairy. We barely beat her home, deciding in a flurry of activity that we'd better get rid of all the evidence of our week of non-stop sex. The first thing I did was change the bed sheets in our room. Besides crusted-over puddles of come there was so fucking much black hair on the white sheets that it looked like the floor of the barber shop. No shit, Dario routinely looses more hair in the act of having sex that most guy even have. The oil-coated mats in the basement cleaned up pretty well with a concentrated amount of Pine-Sol in warm water. The caretaker up at the cabin would be earning his salary that week as we left that place literally a "fucking mess". I reluctantly allowed Dario to shave his week's growth of beard, knowing that it could easily be grown again. Besides, he was right....by the end of a few days it was starting to be soft and thick, rather than the scratchy bristly growth that rubbed my ass raw like sandpaper in the earlier stages. "Well, I hope you two didn't drive one another crazy" she said, and Dario and I both stifled a laugh. If she only knew just how crazy we'd been driving one another. We assured her that we'd gotten along just fine, that it had been a great opportunity for the two of us to spend some time alone. "Well good, I'm delighted to hear that" she said, going on to explain that her bridge team had ended up winning the tournament. "Next week we go on to regionals --- unless you guys have any objection to me being gone for another ten days". I looked Dario in the eye and I'm sure his cock was getting hard too.


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45 Gay Erotic Stories from D.B. Reed

A Man For All Seasons

It's a perfect job for a guy like me. I let my younger brother live in my apartment most of the year, and when I'm in town he moves back in with the folks to give me privacy. Generally speaking, I'm not home much. My profession as a plant breeding specialist demands that I do a considerable amount of traveling throughout the year in order to study climate and soil conditions which

Can't Get Enough

"Richard, wake up Richard, I want you to fuck me again!" I said, shaking the well-built arms of my latest lover. "C'mon man, I need to have your big cock filling my hot ass-hole, I have to be fucked!" I said, my voice urgent with lust. "Oh please Richard" I begged, "wake up and fuck me again!" It had only been about an hour since the

Caught--At Home

She acted a little hesitant when I suggested that I drop by to visit them while I was in town. My mother had recently remarried and was very frank with me that she was concerned my arrival might cause a problem. "Aw, c'mon mom, it's only for a couple of days" I insisted, and she finally agreed to let me visit the Connecticut farm that her new husband had bought for

Caught--At School

I'll bet you figure because I spend a lot of time at school after hours that I'm a very serious student. That couldn't be farther from the truth. It's just that I can't get a ride home until later on, so I'm sort of forced to spend the extra time. Six weeks past my eighteenth birthday, I'm certainly capable of driving myself home but there's this little problem with my driver's

Caught--In The Convent

I remember Sr. Carmella being in charge back when I went to school at St. Dominic's. She had to be at least 100 years old--even back then. We called her Sr. "Cruella" at the time, for obvious reasons. Never in all my wildest of dreams did I ever imagine I'd be back at that place, but the alternative of jail seemed to be a bit harsh to handle. Okay, I got caught doing

Caught....In The Locker Room

I went to work that year with a resolve not to make the same mistakes I'd made before. After all, things were different now! I was a married man, with a newborn baby and the responsibility of providing for my family and all. My new principal (she insisted on being called Ms. McGuire) had evidently not heard of the circumstances behind my leaving my last job. Or else she didn't give

Caught...With The Soccer Jock

It was exactly a week after I took the team and individual pictures that I sent the photos to school, though Todd's went directly to his house in a plain manila envelope. Not wanting to trust it to the mail, I hand- delivered it......okay, I had other reasons for personal delivery. In the week since I'd talked the hunky high school senior (over 18 !) into posing for me for

Conan And Friends

Having successfully eluded the latest trap of Hissah Zul, Conan Zzeben and Bayu sent the dwarf Otli on his way to a family festival. The little man had invited the three others to join in the festivities but seemed genuinely please when they declined. You see, at 4 feet tall, Otli was the tallest ranking member of the tribe of dwarfs which were his predecessors. Otli's

Dario 'n Dad, Part 1

Dario 'n Dad (Part I) Even as a toddler he clearly took after his mother's side of the family, those dark curls and big blue eyes the combination of her Italian father and Polish mother's ancestry. Dario's name comes from a combination of my father (David) and my wife's pappa (Mario). He used to always say that he wanted to play basketball and that since I was tall

Dario 'n Dad, Part 2

Dario 'n Dad (Part II) It wasn't until the next morning when I woke up that I realized he must've come at the same time. Jesus, there were mats of crusted over spunk all over his hairy body, matting the fur together and making him look like a new-born puppy who's mother hadn't bothered to clean him off after giving birth. I decided to take on that job, and

Dario 'n Dad, Part 3

Dario 'n Dad (Part III) Author's note----earlier versions of part III have not been posted, perhaps because they contained some pretty hot descriptions of Dario's initiation to man- to-man sex with a high school teacher/coach when Dario was well below the age of eighteen. All of you readers will just have to imagine that hot scenario. Hopefully removing it from

Dear John

Chance encounters? Hardly! Except for just a couple Of times, I've pretty much planned "accidentally" running into him. I first met John about three years ago. He came to student teach at the school where I was a seasoned veteran and I was immediately attracted to his short muscular build, his good looks and his personality. Also I had this deep down feeling that he might be

Down On The Farm

It wasn't easy being the only boy with 6 sisters out in the middle of Iowa farm-country. It seemed for a while there that my only good friends were the sheep I raised for 4-H. Okay, I know it's sort of kinky, but I may as well level with you right away about me and the sheep. I matured earlier than most of my class-mates at school... none of them could understand it when

For Sale By Owner

We'd lived in that house for several years and it just got too small for us. I figured it would sell immediately and couldn't believe when it didn't. Each time of the year presents a new pain-in-the-ass as far as owning a vacant home. In the winter it was the danger of freezing pipes. Spring rains brought the threat of flooding, and in the summer the lawn had to be mowed.

Former Coach/Future Lover

I took notice of him right away that first day. It was a huge lecture class that met at 8:00 in the morning and it wasn't going to be very easy to drag myself out of bed to get there. At least the weather was still nice. The professor up front used a huge screen and a PA system in order to be seen and heard before the class of approximately 300. It didn't take long for me

Happy Birthday Baby!

"Oh yeah, oh fuck me harder. Make me cum all over your big hairy chest man!" I shouted. "I want to blow my load all over your face!" I insisted, and he told me that's what he wanted to. Arching his back to drive his massive cock farther into me, he swore like a sailor or a trucker rather than a stock broker and every foul word from his mouth excited me more

Jason's Big Crush

As his huge hard cock pumped deep up into my eager ass-hole I could hardly believe it was finally happening. I lay there with my legs wrapped around him to drive him further into the dark recesses of my aching chute and thought of all the times I'd fantasized about this very moment. I think my first sexual feeling was about him. I remember being about 12 years old and looking

Late-night

I looked at the clock and realized that he was nearly an hour later than when he said he'd be there. Damn! I was so fucking horny I could hardly stand it. I couldn't wait to feel his big cock up my hot ass-hole. For all of you who are pro wrestling fans you'll appreciate the fact that he looks like an absolute double for Arne Anderson, big and blond and stocky and built like

My Birthday Present

Okay, I wasn't really born until 4:38 in the afternoon but as far as the law was concerned I was legally eighteen from the stroke of midnight the night before. This was the day I'd been waiting for four years and I wasn't going to risk letting it pass by without getting what I wanted. He came by the house every week or so to check things out. As part of their divorce

My Brother

I sat with my grandfather at the family picnic and I think he sensed it would be his last. His oxygen tank was attached to the wheelchair in order to give him a constant supply of air. "Go on Danny, go play volleyball with the rest of the guys" he urged me, but I told him I didn't feel much like it right then. This particular picnic was also a graduation party

My Brother The Black Sheep

I couldn't recall the last time I'd seen him, or even the last time he'd called home. My folks seemed concerned about him coming back to visit, though I wasn't sure why other than knowing that my brother Jack was the black sheep of the family. A week shy of my eighteenth birthday, I was the "baby" of the family, with Jack being the oldest at 33. The three girls

My Dad's Twin Brother

Evidently, back when they were my age my dad and his twin brother looked so much alike that even their mother sometimes couldn't tell them apart....until they opened their mouth anyway. Then the difference between them became immediately obvious, because of their almost totally different personalities. Now it's easy to tell them apart because my ultra-conservative

My Night With Les Stine

Just about the time I graduated from college and got my first job the video industry had pretty much perfected the VHS tape. What a good deal for me! I think I must've spent half my first year's salary on porno tapes, and one of my favorite male sex flick stars was a guy named Les Stine. Les looked to be in his early twenties and he loved to be fucked. In some of his

Riding The Lawnboy

I rounded the corner and drove into the cul-de-sac where we'd lived for the last 15 years and there he was. "Oh shi-i-it!" I said aloud, reacting to the sight of him behind the lawn mower. I remember being turned on by him when he was hardly even a teen-ager. No wait, he was just twelve when I caught myself fantasizing about him. Okay wait! Stop right there! That's

Set Up For Life!

".....where you will remain in custody until a date eight months from today at which time, according to the dictates of this state, you will be put to death by electrocution. May God have mercy on your soul young man". At first I just sat there dumbfounded by what I was hearing, but then as the deputies came and handcuffed me to lead me off to the state penitentiary I started

Sex And The 7-11

It's not the first time this has happened to me, and it probably won't be the last either. I was at the neighborhood gas station/convenience mart and watched as this real hunky guy left his wife (?) pumping the gas while he headed off to the store area. He looked hot! Really hot in a pair of khaki slacks (nicely filled out by a solid muscular butt) and a T-shirt that wasn't

The Barber

I'll never forget the first time he came into the shop. It was a Thursday morning just before noon and we were getting ready to close up for the day. (We're only open 'til noon on Thursday). I had the Corcoran brat in my chair, giving him his monthly buzz-cut and my partner Rob was just finishing up on Mr. Sutton, the old geyser who comes in every other Thursday for a trim.

The Bear Hunter

I know people who take vacation days on the first day of hunting or fishing season so that they can get the jump on the competition. I don't go to that extreme, because I do my hunting all year long. Being a school teacher is a great occupation for me because it gives me the whole summer to hunt for my favorite prey.....bear! Before you turn me into the game warden I

The Completed Pass

"Douglas Reed" I answered into my phone and I began to get hard immediately as I recognized the voice on the other end of the line. It happened to me all the time. "Hey Tim, what's up?" I asked (knowing that one thing "up" was my big cock). He told me that he'd gotten together a Saturday football game with guys from the old neighborhood. "You

The Diary

Yes, I remember exactly the day I found the diary. We were up in my uncle Grady's attic, where I'd just fucked my cousin Eric and was bent over this old trunk to take his cock up my hot and hairy ass- hole. Eric wasn't quite so good as his younger brother Tim or his older brother Mike, so I was easily distracted by the fact that the latches on the trunk were unlocked. I

The Graduation Party

My first day of high school was as miserable as every other freshman student's was. I was made to part my hair down the middle, to walk backward down the halls and I was forcibly removed from my own locker twice by the janitor. It was right before last period that this one big senior was bullying me and another student came up and said "Jesus Tony, what're you doin'?

The Landlord

Living in a college town has given me some opportunities I wouldn't normally have. I don't depend on the university of my livelihood so I'm not concerned about funding bullshit. There's a beautiful park in town that's lined with student apartments on one side and expensive town homes on the other. That's where I live, but the park has proven a great place to meet guys - not

The Lifeguard

"Oh yeah, Oh shit yeah fuck me man! Shoot your big hot load up my hot ass-hole baby!" I was saying, reveling in the feel of his thick blond chest-coat up against my own smooth front. Suddenly though, a voice jolted me out of my wonderful dream and back to reality. "David, David Benjamin Reed, wake up" she shrieked. "You don't want to be late for your very first day of

The Music Salesman

In three years I'd seen him only three times, once each year at about the very same time. Vince worked for the music store which handled rentals for my school band program in a small East Coast elementary school. My regular representative (Marv) brought Vince along each year on the one night when we would sign up as many as 100 rentals in a three-hour period. Those three times

The One-nighter

She always blames our arguments on the fact that I drink too much. I always say I drink too much because she's such a bitch. We're both to blame, but the truth is that after ten years of marriage and four kids we just don't seem to get along very well. As I pulled out the driveway following our most recent blow-up I knew exactly what I wanted to do. It wasn't being drunk that

The Reunion

"Oh shit yeah, take it! Take my big hard cock up your hot ass-hole man!" I shouted as I pistoned in and out of him right there among the oak trees at the park. I'd already sucked his cock, drained him completely and then went to work on his tasty, smooth butt with my tongue. It didn't take long for him to beg me to fuck him, and we'd gotten so into it that I didn't even

The Ritual

I've started every weekday the same for the last five years. I work the midnight to 6:00 a.m. shift (but usually leave at 5:30 because I don't take a break at all). By 6:00 I'm pulling into the driveway of a house halfway between work and my own home. I let myself in with my own key and tiptoe down the hallway to the bedroom. He's always asleep when I silently turn the

The Stable

I guess you could call me the "black sheep" of the Reed family. I've done some pretty outrageous things during my life, some pretty big scams. If it makes an easy buck I'll do it though. The state thinks I run a horse-rental operation from my "office" but a second phone line that comes in gets more business. I was on that line with some woman who'd mistakenly gotten the number

The Step-Son's Visit

Yeah I could see it the minute I first met him. The kid couldn't keep his eyes off me, off my well built chest and the fact that all that hair poked out the opening of my shirt. This kid was the same as every other teenager hot for my hunky and hairy body. Well, not exactly the same because this one was my new step-brother. The last thing in the world that I wanted to do

The Summer Guest

I didn't want to appear too anxious so I let the front bell ring a second time before pulling open the door. "Hi" I said, and he said an awkward "Hello" back to me. Oh shit, he was even better than I'd imagined. He had to be 6'3" or 6'4" and I'll bet he weighs about 225 already. Brilliant blue eyes and light brown (almost blond hair) and a handsome smile on a face that didn't

The Taco Man, Part 1

The Taco Man, Part I Oh fuck! I'd done this a hundred times before. It was a lot like any other time, standing in line in a public place and I'd see a really hot looking guy. It's always been easier to cruise guys outdoors, like at the zoo or in Lincoln Park because I normally wear sunglasses when I'm outside. This time it was in the mall. We'd stopped in to pick

The Taco Man, Part 2

The Taco Man, Part II I got to Rick's apartment a few minutes early, I just couldn't wait. I pushed the button outside the door but didn't hear anything ring or buzz inside. I rapped on the door and still got no response. "Hello!" I called in through the open window, but apparently no one was home. I looked at my watch, remembered that he'd said he wanted to

The Translator

I love my job! Plenty of people wouldn't care for the amount of travel I have to do, but it's just the thing for me. I'm out of the country about 20 days per month and the rest of the time I'm off. On the days I do work I have to do something for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes and then I'm free to go exploring in whatever foreign city I'm sent to. My outrageous salary (now

The Wedding's Off!

Looking back on it now I realize that we never should've even planned to get married at all. Both of us were on the rebound - she from a second failed marriage and me from the loss of my love of several years. Stacy and I had been together since college, and had decided that we didn't need the benefit of a marriage license to legally join us. We'd just put a bid on a small house

Triple The Pleasure

The minute the new transfer student came into my first period class I thought he looked familiar. There's no way I could've known this Adam Franklin though. Still, just seeing him brought back plenty of memories. Mitch Taylor and I grew up together, he was just a year older than me and the nearness of our houses made us be best buddies whether we wanted to or not. During the summer

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