Archive for January 2009
Betrayed By My Body Ch. 03
He yields to his body’s desires.
After being thoroughly fucked by Neems I was promoted to Supervisor in charge of export of both software and hardware. Because supervising the shipment of computers and other hardware involved going in and out of the warehouse my dress suit was replaced (at Neems” request) by a lose jump-suit. The front of the jump suit did not have buttons but a sipper that opened both down or up. This was for bathroom calls and as I found out, also for Neems” connivance. Neems loved to play with my cock. In the elevator he would back up against me and open my sipper and fondle my cock. Other times, if no one was around, he would slide the sipper down and give me a “quickie” suck job. Neems sure loved cock. If we were in his office, he would make me take the suit completely off and walk around naked in front of him. This would always end with me either sucking his cock or being fucked in my ass till I could hardly walk.
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling Ch. 04
Meet The O” Shaughnessys.
“Note to readers:
Heyla, all, Tom Collins here.
It’s been a while since chapter three of this story posted, and I’d like to thank everyone for their patience and continued interest in seeing the rest of it. There were some bumps for Jushorny and I that kept us from finishing it and it finally happened that he acquired a new job and wasn’t be able to complete the tale with me. With his go a head, I found someone willing help me finish writing it. That’s where 3113 comes into the picture. She magnanimously agreed to pull my ass out of the crack it was in by taking over Devlin’s POV. Jus and I’d already begun writing this chapter when the lapse started, so poor 3 took up the gauntlet not only in the middle of the story, but also with part of a chapter already written. I think she’s done a marvelous of fitting her own style in with ours, and I hope you all agree.
What Was I Thinking? The Beginning Ch. 02
Craig and Jorge.
*Apathy And Promiscuity*
Lately, I’ve come to a place in life where nothing feels as good as it once did. I get almost no joy from the things that I once loved. Even my favorite foods seem somewhat bland.
Perhaps its due to my recent breakup with Jorge, one of the finest human beings on the planet. I’m not sure. But what scares me is that I really don’t feel that bad about it. I don’t feel anything about it.
Or maybe the breakup is just another symptom of this pervasive feeling of apathy that seems to have become a way of life for me lately.
Victor and Samuel Ch. 03
They earn their wings in the famous “Club”.
Spring was approaching and Victor’s life was more settled than it had been in years, at least in his opinion it was. He was happily involved with Samuel. His ex-wife was dating again, though she’d not found anyone serious and according to her she wasn’t looking, but she wasn’t going to dry up and become a prune either. He was glad for that. He knew Pamela was special and she could make someone else very happy.
Most of all he felt very confident with the way the children were more accepting of Samuel. His lover had been included in the counseling sessions and as the whole group met, they slowly began the healing and learning process their unique situation forced upon them. It was the sound of laughter that brought Victor back to reality and he looked over to the giggling faces of his twin daughters, Alice and Abby. He chuckled, his chest rising from the motion and watched Samuel herd them back toward him and Michael, the twins’ five-year-old brother.
Unknown Desires
He realizes he may not be completely straight.
Jeff King lie on his bed staring at the ceiling. His mind was foggy and he was trying to make sure it stayed that way. A half-empty bottle of whiskey stood on his bedside table and his radio was blaring 80s punk rock music loudly. He knew his father was probably downstairs scowling at the ceiling, but he didn’t care. He just didn’t want to think
But the alcohol and music weren’t working. That damned brain of his - the one that had given him a full scholarship to his first choice of University - would not be still. It was ringing with the words his roommate had uttered just before he stepped out of their dorm room for winter break.