The melancholy old songs were playing on the stereo. It had been 2 years ago, this day, that Andreas had been taken from me. Listening to the old 70s love ballads – The Carpenters, Barry Manilow, Barbra Streisand… All of those torch songs about lost love and trying to find my man or to try to replace the one that got away…
I knew that in a little while, I’d change the music to more current and upbeat songs – but these old torchy, tear jerkers still tugged at my heartstrings
Chad, breathing easily and looking mighty fine for a man of thirty-seven, ended his run at his usual bench beside a tool house in the remote Myrtle Beach park tucked into a golf course almost within sight of the ocean enough for most not to realize it was a separate public park. As usual, he ran in just athletic shorts and running shoes.
His auburn red hair was boyishly tussled and reddish down swirled around his firm pecs and down the line of his sternum and six pack and under the waistband of
I guess it started a few years ago. I have always been a lover of erotica and pornography, so it became a daily ritual for me to get on the ‘Net and do some surfing. I loved the great amount of hot stories and explicit photos I found, and it exposed me to some things that I had never seen.
One of these forbidden areas was male-to-male erotica. At first I reacted like any red-blooded American male is supposed to feel – repulsed. But after years of seeing women enjoying a nice, hard cock in their
Dial the phone, choose a category, wait for a connection with someone in my area. As simple as that. As anonymous as I choose to be. I choose the category man on man phone sex. When I discovered this phone line a couple months back I discovered how exciting phone sex can be. And I quickly realized that men are so much better than women at phone sex.
Simple, anonymous, so why am I so nervous as I wait for a connection? I am nervous but also extremely eager. Lately I have been fantasizing more
Even though my new roommate was straight, he never had any problem with me being gay. In fact, from the start I think he was intrigued by it. More and more he was hanging out with my gay friends and acting totally comfortable among them, unlike many other straights guys I’ve known. Brian was a freshman and was assigned as my roommate after my old one dropped out of school.
So he was impressionable, as he found himself spending time with me and my buddies, an older crowd.
One night I came
A meeting with the new boss, great. I hadn’t met him yet so he called me away from my busy schedule just so I could meet with him. I hated meetings and was notorious for it, thinking they were usually a diversion from the task at hand.
I walked down the hall toward his office, my face with an agitated grimace on it. Some of my co-workers caught on and began cracking jokes about it.
“Mark Johnston,” a sign on his office door proclaimed as I knocked.
“Come in,” a
We had known each other all our lives, and had experienced enough adventures together to fill a book. Twelve years of school, Little League and building forts, and now that we were out of high school, we were heading our separate ways as we were bound for different colleges.
Before Ken left for school, we made a point to spend a last few days together at a nearby resort town.
Renting a cheap motel room, we went out the first night and drank a whole lot of beer while listening to local bands
When I was five years old, I met my soul mate. I didn’t know what the term meant at the time. I only knew that this soul was a kindred spirit. He was my friend in all ways. The one person on Earth I couldn’t disappoint no matter what. In him I found acceptance and companionship based on me myself and not out of a sense of familial responsibility. His name was Will. His was from a ranching family in the Texas panhandle.
My father was a vet and my mother ran the local diner. My name
My story is about a day several months ago that changed my life forever. I am a 40-year-old single man who has been very successful in both my business and personal life. I have never been married, probably because I don’t feel comfortable in long relationships. I have a very active sex drive and if I am not having it, I am thinking about it.
Up until I turned 40 years old, I never had any trouble finding beautiful women to take home or away on a trip to fulfill my sexual appetite. Now it
I heard my name being called out from the midst of the teeming horde pressing in on the barriers after customs in New Delhi’s Indira Gandhi international airport, and a head and arm waving a sign was bouncing up and down over the tumult. The sign the young man was carrying said “Clifford Jenkins” with “New York” written under it. That was me. But I wasn’t being met by anyone that I knew of.
The young man obviously thought I was, though, as he was pushing his