You and I are on what I wasn’t initially sure would even be a date. But as I awkwardly shifted the conversation to sex, we progressed from finding numerous connections between our lives to actually flirting a bit. So maybe it is a date. And after I spilled all my sex and marriage problems, you've just offered that you have some sharing of your own to do. “On the same topic," you begin, "things haven’t been very good for A...

It’s the night of our meetup, about which you said “It’s a date” when we planned it. Since you are a man, I don't think my soon-to-be ex-wife suspects the “date” aspect of our meeting when I leave the house. I'm unsure about that aspect myself, but I primp myself once in the car anyway, buzzing five o'clock off my face with an electric razor and applying some cologne too. I do want to be fully date-ready for you, in the h...

Wait, is this going to be a "date" date? We recognize each other on the airport concourse instantly, despite having not seen each other since high school, and having not been more than acquaintances even then. Despite the imminent closure of both our departure gates, we linger a minute in catching up, quickly establishing that we are both married with no kids, work in the same industry, and live just a few miles apart. It...

Seattle, August 12, 2037 “Hey! My salmon!” The paper-wrapped package of fresh fish whizzed past me, splatting on the floor and sliding under one of the vendor tables. I'd heard someone yell my name, "Joe!" and turned to walk into the porky arms of two big dudes in suits. I fought back, applying some of my training. I even managed to chop a leg high enough to kick one of the snouts of these pig-eyed sacks of shit, drawing...

"Hey, can you come over here tonight? I'll have some cold beers ready." Upon returning to my dorm room after a long run, I find this message from my friend Keith. With nothing better to do, it seems like a good plan for the evening. My last real contact with Keith was three months ago when I stayed at his family’s ski cabin for New Year's. And by contact, I mean that he and I traded blowjobs in the sauna - during which hi...

I heard the sound of crumpling steel from the other side of the lot where I had just parked. Fucking A, not tonight. Walking back over to see if it was my car that had been hit, the box of chocolates still in my hand, I heard doors slamming. Followed by a couple arguing. I caught a snippet of a woman’s voice saying, “Worst fucking Valentine’s Day.” Yeah, well, my girlfriend has just broken up with me at Valentine’s Day di...

Kids tucked in bed, I hear my wife humming “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" as we wrap the presents. A quiet knock on the front door. Some guy in a Santa suit? She grins a thousand watts. “Merry Christmas, honey. This is Alan.” Oh. She met Alan online for a potential threesome. She starts kissing him. Fun to watch, but it goes on for a while. I clear my throat. “Sorry, got carried away there,” he says, turning to me. I h...

“You just made us a lot of trouble, Teresa Anne,” my girlfriend Daphne told her college roommate. “There will be consequences. For you.“ Tessa looked back at Daphne, bewildered. She clearly had no idea what she'd done wrong. Or what kind of “consequences” Daph had in mind. The previous night, Tess had gone out drinking, apparently intent on finding a suitable man. This left Daphne and me to enjoy a lovely romantic dinner...

I had been going down on my girlfriend Daphne in the bathtub for a few minutes. I knew she wouldn’t likely come this way, but she was on a high-moaning plateau and enjoying it anyway. For fun, I slipped a finger inside her back door, something I hadn’t done in a few days. I felt a little squirt of a tangy fluid, and she tensed up. No, she wasn’t squirting. This was definitely pee. It was a Friday night. Daphne’s college r...

December 2023, Seattle I lay face-down on the damp asphalt in two states: Washington, and incapacitation. My plexus felt about as solar as the drizzly evening. Who was she? Why did she knock me down? And how in God's green city did she know my name? It was a calm, misty night in a city that knew how to look beautiful, as long as you don’t look too close. By the way, Emerald City is not what you call it. You call it Cloud...

The Thai takeout was getting cool on the kitchen counter. The chilled bottle of Gewurtraminer was getting warm. And Jeff and I were getting off. Our action was almost as hot as the lingering mid-September heatwave; side by side on the living room carpet, sucking each other synchronously. This was our favorite position, and we did it pretty regularly, knowing just how to bring each other to quick simultaneous orgasm. After...

I was on the couch with my best friend Rick. Naked. He was straddling me, our cocks more or less occupying the same space between our respective legs as we embraced. We had just experienced an amazing suck session, for both of us the first time with another man. We'd probably get back at it momentarily, but for now, we were both enjoying simple post-orgasmic bliss. For a few nights I'd been fantasizing about us getting to...

My new best friend Rick, forty-two years old to my forty, was in the shower. Washing both of our cumloads off his cock, among other things. Rick and I had just added sexual benefits to our burgeoning friendship, a step we had seemed destined to take. Even so, our dizzying frottage and docking session had completely obliterated my expectations. After my recent divorce and move to my old college friend Rick's city, we quick...

I finally realized last weekend that my best friend Rick had been flirting with me for some time. Up until then, I had dismissed his jokes and antics as juvenile locker-room behavior. Even though he repeatedly flashed his (kinda big-looking) cock a lot more than necessary when we would shower after running or playing pickleball. Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised at Rick's attraction to me. I'd already suspected that h...

Right after my fortieth birthday, as winter was setting in and things were turning gray, my wife Jane filed for divorce. The following weekend, I found myself moving into a dumpy, overpriced apartment. Alone. Not a great start to middle age, but then it got worse: I lost my longtime job the following week. Suddenly I was grateful for the apartment. The holiday season was gloomy and lonely, but January ended my losing stre...