Chapter 1 Carl undressed for bed, leaving his underpants, tighty-whities, on. April was already in bed, nude as always. She sat up and asked, “Why don't you just come to bed nude tonight?” “Almost 30 years together,” he thought, “and she's asking the same old questions.” “I'm fine like this,” he responded. He considered the request. He knew what she wanted, what she usually wanted. She always had a higher libido, but he w...

Chapter 1: Introduction The flyer was half-buried on the campus bulletin board, stuck under a curling ad for "Yoga for Stress Relief." VOLUNTEERS NEEDED -- CUTTING-EDGE BIOMEDICAL RESEARCH Generous compensation. No experience required. I'd been on the university's research participant list for a year or so. Easy money for a broke grad student. Most of the time it was boring stuff--memory games in basement labs, treadmill...

Chapter 1 Hank's pants hit the floor, and for a moment I couldn't look at him. Instead, my eyes snapped back to Patricia - already naked and comfortable, reclining in our bed. My wife, who brought us here. She was half lying there, smiling like this is just another Friday night. And I can't help but think, and not for the first time: How the hell did I get here? The truth is, I'd been carrying this secret for years. Every...

Chapter 1 The bar smelled like fried wings and spilled beer, the kind of place where everybody was wearing blue and yelling at one of the TVs. I didn't bother counting the screens, but there were a lot. Most of them showed the Titans game - no surprise in Nashville. In the corner, though, a group was cheering at curling. Curling? Really. I guess there are all types. I wasn't here for the game, not really. I was here looki...

I was nervous - really nervous. This wasn't just jitters; my whole body was on edge. Everything about it felt wrong, or at least alien. I was a straight guy about to give a blowjob, and while I'd set this whole thing in motion knowing that, now that it was actually happening, the weight of it hit like a brick to the chest. Harrison was my oldest friend - probably my best friend. He didn't really understand why I wanted to...

Chapter 1 Joel sat two seats from the end of the bar, nursing a whiskey he didn't even like. Third time here in as many weeks. Same stool, same drink. Same quiet hope something might feel different tonight. The first two nights, he'd said nothing to anyone but the bartender, paid in cash, and walked home to an apartment that didn't echo unless he wanted it to. Three months divorced. Not that anyone was counting. He hadn't...