*Matt* . I was just about to throw a pen I was holding across the room out of sheer frustration when my phone started ringing. I looked there and sighed in relief. My angel! “Hello, sir. Have you picked a new PA yet?” her voice calmed me down, but she could have picked another opening question… I frowned and looked at the mess around me. I hate papers! I would burn them all! Fucking bureaucracy! "No, Dora, I feel like my...

We lay there for a while, my cock was still in him, and we were both breathing raggedly. Nate slowly blinked, and his eyes looked at me, dazed but gradually regaining clarity. Without a doubt, I could feel his body getting tenser. He raised himself, his arms on my shoulders. I couldn't figure out the look he had just given me before he removed himself from me. Without a word, he just sat there for a couple of seconds with...

Thu, May 26th, 2022: “Hi, Wes. Mark is not there.” “What? Where is he?” “He’s taking a day off.” “Really? He didn’t tell me.” “Well… he called in this morning.” Seriously?! “Right… Thanks.” . Is he ditching me? That’s seriously childish. I was the one with fingers up my ass. What’s he on about? I picked up my phone and called him. “Are you avoiding me?” I said instead of a greeting. “Look at Mister Self-centered. But, no,...

Chapter 1 - Dialogue Intro - Who is That Guy? . “Damn! Wes, you look like a fucking Viking. Where have you been?” “This cute barber did it. I just let him do his thing.” “Cool, where was that? He’s got a good eye!” “I can send you his number if you want.” “You know what? You can. How much did that cost?” “I am not sure, though. He wouldn’t let me pay.” “He wouldn’t let you pay?” “No.” “You fucked him, did you?” “Maybe. Wh...

Thu, May 12th, 2022: I had just finished a big assignment at work and was winding up in a small coffee shop nearby. I wasn’t really in the mood for the company, so I just unlocked my phone and browsed my trusted BDSM website. I was looking for someone interesting to meet. I was always a workaholic and realized it’s much easier just to find random subs when I felt like it. I liked the freedom and diversity it gave me. . I...

“Hi, Zack. Where are the guys?” “Chad is down already, and Stan is on his way, I suppose. Where is Kyle?” “No idea. But he's usually late.” “Right.” Something was bothering him. He didn't say it outright, but I could see it in the way he looked at me. “What?” “Nothing.” “So it's your turn now?” He looked confused. “Nevermind. What is going on?” “I saw you Wednesday.” “Okay... Does this story have a happy ending?” He said...

"Hi, Kyle, what's up?" "Nothing." "You ok?" "Yeah." "You sound like my wife when I ask if I did something wrong, and she says no when she's clearly mad at me." "Just drop it." "Ok." Chad threw his hands in the air stepping away. Kyle rammed his things into the poor locker and banged it shut. Yeah, sure, everything seemed peachy... I just watched him. I would love to mock him, but this looked serious. And I don't know why,...

As I was driving away, Phil called. I picked it up in an excellent mood. "Hi, buddy. How are you doing?" "What the fuck did you just do with Mr. McCoy?" "Who?" "Come over now! Don't drive away." "Fuck! Damn! This is just great. Were we under camera?" I laughed in sheer amusement "Clear as a day, dude! What were you thinking? You would be fired on the spot if I weren't here!" "Well, that's not much of a problem now. Damn,...

I was just standing there stunned, watching him take a deep breath and pick up his call. Like in a dream, I looked around the room that smelled like lube and cum. The vibrator was at full speed, gently humming, attached to the backboard of their bed. The bedsheet had stains of fresh cum drops. On his tablet was playing porn with some twink being tied up and used by muscled dilf. I couldn’t help but smirk when I glanced at...

Chapter 1 - Fucked up day Do you know the days when NOTHING goes well? Yes, those days you get fired from a job because you gently reminded your boss he could go fuck himself and not bother your friend? Yeah, or when you drive home, furious after the mentioned boss told you with a calm smirk that you should go home for today and bring your things tomorrow? And on the way back, your car runs out of gas…! Then, you swear fo...

I went to the kitchen, humming and carefree, enjoying the afterglow of this morning. Maybe I should be worried about Nate, but I realized that I don’t mind him seeing any of that, and if Jerry was right, and he indeed sported a boner, all the more fun. Nate didn’t leave his room until the evening when the courier rang the bell with the package he had left at the doorstep. I went to look and realized Nate was down, also. T...

I let Jerry get ready for me and stepped into the bedroom. I sat and marveled at how such an amazing man exists. The way he drained me just minutes ago took away all the stress from the past few weeks like magic. And now he gave me just enough time to think back on it slowly and stroke my cock to full mast again, awaiting what was coming next. I suppose back when I wasn’t confined to this hell house and roamed streets lik...

It took me a while to realize where I was when I woke up. I suppose I should feel some form of familiarity, but when you come back after, say, thirteen years, most things around you are changed, and you feel as welcome as bedbugs; it kind of destroys those warm feelings of "being back home." I lay in bed for a good while, staring at the ceiling. I usually wake up around six, relieve myself, wash my teeth and face, and go...

For those who care, my name is Rick. I hated that name for most of my life, but as with many things, one deals with it. When I was a kid, I thought it sounded like a name for old men, and when I got to high school, I hated it primarily because my parents named me after my homophobic and despotic grandfather. I never really liked him till the day he died. He was the biggest reason I rebelled, even though I was too afraid t...