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The Wedding's Off!

by D.B. Reed


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 and the seller had accepted our offer (after countering a couple of thousand higher). Nonetheless, it was a deal and we'd gone back to look at the place once more before heading for the closing. "You lock up and I'll wait in the car" Stacy had said. I'd barely turned the key in the door when I heard the sound of tires squealing and I looked up just in time to see a car careening up onto the sidewalk and pinning Stacy between the car and the big oak tree we'd so admired in the front yard. Six months later I was still a basket case and my shrink suggested that I make a new start - perhaps move my studio to a new city and start all over. "There's too many memories here for you" he said. He was right of course. Every time I turned around I was reminded of some wonderful characteristic of Stacy....the dark hair and eyes, the beautiful face, the terrific body, the luscious lips and --- oh yeah I almost forgot, nearly a foot of fat cock that I loved choking down my throat almost as much as having it shoved deep up my horny ass-hole. Melinda was my first customer after I moved to Dayton. I knew it would take a while for the studio to become established, and I was so happy that she liked my stuff that I cut the price of a pair of ceramic vases by over 60% just to encourage her back. She promised to tell her friends about my place, and I caught myself hoping that she would return as well, not just as a customer. She did come back and came back close enough to the end of the day that I caught myself asking her to join me for a drink at the corner bar after I closed up. After an evening with her I was determined to make a 180o change in my lifestyle. We spent almost every evening together after that, and within six weeks we'd decided to get married. I convinced myself that I was completely over Stacy, that I was ready to go straight. It might have worked too, except for that guy I saw at the convenience mart on the day of my wedding rehearsal. It was mid-September (too early for Indian summer but too hot to think of Autumn) and I realized I was running on fumes. I'd pulled into the cut-rate gas station and knew almost immediately that what I saved in gasoline wouldn't come close to the potential cost of doing what I was about to do. He was pumping gas into a car at least 15 years old next to me. There were numerous dents and rusted out spots on the vehicle which well-matched his apparel of tattered running shorts and a sweat shirt with the sleeves ripped off and a couple of huge tears in the front. He looked like he hadn't had a bath or a shave in over a week, his hair was unkempt and a cigarette dangled from his lips. I started to pump gas into my car next to him and watched as he placed his hand on his belly and started scratching, pulling the sweat shirt up in the process to reveal an extremely hairy belly. What I'd originally thought were running shorts ended up being a pair of old phys ed uniform shorts. They were faded from their original deep blue color by years of wear and laundering but the white strip which had once held the guy's name was still there. The magic-marker name though, had long since worn away. "You got a light?" he asked me, and I realized that the cigarette in his mouth was not burning. "No sorry I don't" I told him honestly. "How about the lighter in your car?" I asked, and he explained that it didn't work any better than a dozen other items on the old beat up vehicle. I reached into the glove box of my car where I knew I had put a book of matches from the restaurant where we were to have our rehearsal dinner that very evening. He took the matchbook from me and lit up his cigarette, took a big drag and exhaled it slowly. "Oh yeah that's wonderful!" he'd said, comparing a drag on a cigarette to the pleasure of taking a good shit or pumping out a load of come. I knew I should've been disgusted by his comments, turned off by his behavior, but I found myself intensely aroused by the stuff he was saying. We both finished filling our tanks and he looked right at me and said "You wanna' pay for both of these and meet me at the motel just down the road. I'll make it worth your while mister". Common sense told me to tell him to forget it, to pay for my own gas and not even think about the outrageous invitation he'd extended me. Instead I said "Uh-huh, I'll be right there" and my heart pounded with the possibility of what I was about to do. It seemed like the wait to have my credit card processed by the bleached- blond woman behind the counter of the gas station was an eternity. Her long candy-red polished nails handed my card back and I realized my mine was shaking as I took it from her. I raced the couple of blocks to the motel down the street and was half afraid the guy wouldn't be there. I'd taken so long at the convenience mart that he might figure I'd changed my mind. Rounding the corner I was relieved to see his old beat-up car in the parking lot. I pulled up next to him and got out. "Go check us into a room" he said, and I suddenly realized that this guy was expecting me to pick up that cost too. For about one second I considered backing out of the whole thing, then took a look at his rough-whiskered face and imagined what it would feel like buried in the crack of my ass, chafing and rasping my skin raw. I went into the office and pulled out my credit card. The kid behind the desk looked at it. "Don't you take this?" I asked, and he explained that most of the transactions there were cash. "You want the hourly rate or a whole night?" he asked, and I figured out why most people paid in cash. "Give me the whole night" I said, though I knew I had to be gone in a couple of hours. I was too embarrassed to admit that I was checking in for a sexual encounter for the afternoon. I took my receipt after signing my real name and went back out to where our cars were parked. The guy I'd met just 10 minutes earlier sat on the front fender of his car (though I was surprised that it supported him) smoking another cigarette. "What's the room number?" he asked and I looked at the key. "Fourteen" I said, and he nodded approvingly. "Good, that's the end unit". Evidently this wasn't the first time he'd been here if he knew how many rooms there were. Just before entering the room he tossed his still-lit cigarette onto the parking lot and once inside the room he got right to the point. "How do you want it?" he asked and I suggested that maybe we get to know each other a little bit first. "What's your name?" I asked him, and he answered with a question of his own "What do you want it to be? How about Buck or Hank or Butch?! Yeah, I'll be Butch today" he said. He was right about that! Hell, this was about the "butch est" guy I'd ever seen. He peeled his torn sweat-shirt up over his head and I gasped at the sight of his extremely hairy body. I'd figured he would be pretty well-coated, but was amazed at the thick coarse pelt of black that completely covered his front, his shoulders and most of his back as well. "You like what you see?" he asked me, an evil grin showing me badly shaped teeth, stained by years of cigarette smoking. "Yeah" I said, admitting to him that I really liked excessively hairy guys. "You like this all over?" I asked, running my hand through his thick chest mat. "See for yourself" he offered, and I tugged at the faded gym shorts, yanking them down in one big pull. I'd already seen his bare legs, so it was obvious that they were equally coated as the rest of him. Seeing his ass made me wonder about the genetic makeup of this guy. He appeared to be half bear and half gorilla. Then I focused in on the huge hunk of thick uncut cock that hung between his legs and I thought to myself that he had to be a least half horse as well. Stacy had been pretty hairy and very well-hung, but this stranger put him to shame in both departments. I dropped to my knees and peeled back the hooded foreskin of his cock, saw the cheesey film that coated his thick cock-head and went right at it. It tasted as strong as it smelled and I loved it! I hadn't sucked cock for months (not since Stacy's death) but it all came back as I started choking his big tube down my throat. It expanded in both length and thickness as I sucked it eagerly, and I had to force myself to breath so I didn't suffocate on it. All the while that I blew him I ran my hands over his fabulously hairy body, alternating from beefy hairy legs to thickly coated belly to his huge barrel chest, where I was able to feel a considerable muscular development beneath the coating of coarse black fur. Somehow (I couldn't believe it!) I managed to take the entire huge shaft of this monster organ into my face. My nose was pressed into his thick and heavily-aromatic pubic bush. Then "Butch" began fucking my face like there was no tomorrow. He would pull his foot-long horse-cock out and then slam it back in so hard that it felt like my throat would burst. Had he asked (he didn't!) if I wanted him to stop I would've said no. Truth was that I loved having him abuse me this way. His huge bull-sized balls hung low and each time he pistoned into me the big cum-makers bounced against my neck. On the one hand I wanted this to last forever, but I was also anxious for him to blast his load down my gullet. He left little doubt that he was about to come, bellowing out a guttural sound and telling me that he was "gonna' fucking flood my face!" Maybe it was because I was out of practice (I don't think so!) but I couldn't keep up with what he was pumping into me. I swallowed like mad but his mammoth organ just kept spewing it's contents in one pulse after another. The amount I couldn't swallow started to dribble out the corners of my mouth and he pulled out to allow several more ropes of cum to splatter all over my face and neck and shoulders. I still had my slacks on, though somehow my shirt had been removed prior to the blow-job I gave him. "I want you to fuck me!" I said, pressing my tongue into his ear and smearing my cum-coated chest against his massive hairiness. "It'll cost you!" I heard him reply and I realized that this could potentially cost me a lot more than he ever imagined. "I don't care, I want you to fuck my ass you big-dicked hairy animal!" Stacy Morgan and I had been lovers. When we did it there was romance and tenderness and emotion. Having "Butch" fuck my ass was pure lusty sex and I felt better than I ever had with my deceased lover. Somehow this guy was able to become hard again immediately, and I figure his balls had been drained earlier. They may have been drained, but somehow he was able to come up with another load after about half an hour of non-stop butt-fucking action. I could feel him depositing what felt like a gallon of spunk up my hole but he didn't stop then. No, he kept going, screwing my ass for another couple of hours and coming half-a-dozen more times. His body was soaking wet, dripping with sweat as if he were doing push-ups into my ass for all that time. I'd come myself three or four times, spewing my load all over between us, cementing his hairy body to my smooth one and I wanted more! "Holy shit!" I suddenly shouted, realizing that I was nearly an hour late already for my own wedding rehearsal. "I rolled him over off me and jumped out of the bed. "I gotta' go!" then I looked at myself in the mirror and realized I was not exactly in any shape to attend anyone's wedding rehearsal -- certainly not my own. I reached for the phone and called my fiancee's place, knowing that there would be no answer. At her parents' house I got the answering machine but didn't leave a message. All the while that I frantically made calls Butch lay on the bed grinning at my dilemma. Every hair on his head and massive body was drenched in sweat and mats of my come on his front made him look like a new-born puppy. I reached into the drawer of the table next to the bed and found a bible and a phone book. Paging through the yellow pages in the "CHURCHES" area I found the place where our rehearsal was to be, dialed the number and managed to catch someone in the office. They were, in fact there trying to call me at home. I made up some outrageous story about my car breaking down and that my cell phone was in a "dead pocket" where I couldn't seem to get any service. "I'll be there in 20 minutes" I said, knowing that I had some clean clothes in the car and that the church was only a few minutes from the motel. I ran out to the car and got my clothes, ran back into the room and turned on the water in the shower. I figured I could afford three minutes in there and still make it to the church when I'd promised. My body was all soaped up and I heard the door to the bathroom open. In came Butch, naked as a jaybird and hairy as a bear. "You want some company?" he asked, climbing into the shower without waiting for an answer. Of course I did, but I knew it would make me late. I grabbed the soap and started lathering him up, marveling at the feel of his hairy muscular body beneath my hands. I think I made my decision right then, wrapping my arms around his broad chest and pulling him close to me. I kissed him on the mouth and he kissed back. I tasted the cigarette flavor on his tongue and sucked it eagerly, felt his bristly whiskers against my chin and cheeks. We spent probably 45 minutes in the shower, where I soaped him up once, turned and faced the wall to take his cock up my ass once, and then wrapped my legs around his mid-section to impale myself on his big cock for yet-another ass-pounding. Finally the warm water turned cool and we moved our action from the tiny cramped stall to the bed in the main part of the motel room. "I've gotta' go" I said, and he said something that made up my mind once and for all. "Stay here and fuck me!" he said, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You mean it?!" I said, unable to imagine that he wasn't joking with me. "Yeah I mean it. I want you to eat my ass and then fuck it!" he said. Oh shit, what an invitation! I buried my face in the hair-pie of his nearly grotesque butt- crack, licking and chewing and thrusting my tongue up his soapy clean chute. Oddly enough, he seemed to be digging it almost as much as I was and I was almost reluctant to take my face away from his butt in order to instead position my raging hard-on at the opening. We took turns after that, literally fucking the night away and I not only missed my wedding rehearsal and dinner, I also completely blew off the wedding and the reception just to stay there in that seedy motel room with "Butch". It didn't take much to change my address from Dayton to Daytona, nor did it take much convincing to get Miles to move there with me. Yeah, that was his real name, though I've always called him Butch. You would too if you ever saw him. Melinda was pissed as hell when I stood her up, but eventually she admitted that it would've been a big mistake to marry me. She actually came out and told me that her first husband was gay too. Imagine a woman falling for the same thing twice. Miles cleaned up really nicely. A shave and a haircut and he was about the sexiest man alive. I was almost tempted to leave him looking like a bum for fear that every gay man in the world would want him. Wanna' know the real kick of this whole thing? Miles and I have been together now for almost five years. I've moved my studio to Florida and he runs the shop out front. Sometimes guys come in and put the moves on him but he always tells them that there's no one he'd rather fuck or be fucked by than me. I can relate to that! Hell, that goes double from my end ---- (no pun intended)!


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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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