In the summer of 1981, Cory Larson was twenty-five. Ronald Reagan was president, and John DeLorean had just released his flagship DMC-12. Cory had aspirations of owning one. He had graduated from the University of Cincinnati, third in class, with an Engineering degree. His high achievement had landed him an excellent position at one of Cincinnati's leading Civil Engineering firms. He was your all-American boy, tall, hands...

It'd been nine months since my mental meltdown and rescue by Gracie. I'd been at my parents' home recovering and going to therapy in an effort to get my head straightened out. Darrin never came by or called once to check up on me, not even a Get Well Soon card. Maybe he felt too embarrassed or guilty at how he'd treated me or was I just another casualty of ruthless corporate politics? In spite of that, I missed him and "T...

My twin sister Megan and I grew up in a picturesque little Midwestern town. When I was eighteen, I found out I was bisexual. Megan was fully aware of this, and I was relieved to see that this did not seem to bother her. We were always really close until she decided to spend a year traveling throughout Europe to 'discover' herself. Despite her year-long absence, we maintained our bond by remaining in touch at least once we...

Sarah Atkins lay next to her husband, still wondering what to do about Timothy. Her husband was now laying, with his back to her and snoring. As Sarah recalled her time with Tim, she felt her juices beginning to flow. She lay on her back, reached down and parted her legs. Her fingers found their way between her legs, and she finger fucked herself as she realised, she wanted more. Before she fell asleep, she decided to cha...

After Mandy drove away, Honey looked at Greg, leaning naked against the freezer. His cock jutted impressively in front of his toned body. Half hard and still damp and messy from ass fucking her bestie, it curved downward from its root, thick cum dangling from its head. Greg would let his teenage lover take in his body. He could see the desire in her eyes. He naturally wanted her. What forty-year-old man didn’t desire to h...

Phil and I were kibitzing back and forth as we drove from Toronto to Buffalo, windows wide in the simmering twilight heat. We were truckin’ down to hear some great jazz, and wondering who we would see tonight. It was 1967, and Buffalo was called “groove town” as opposed to “Toronto the Good,” where we rolled up the sidewalks at 7 p.m. And the Pine Grill was where great musicians not only came to perform but where they hun...

It was 6 pm on Friday, ending another week of work at the garage. As always, Tom and his co-workers were cleaning up the grease and grime from their work. They were excited and laughing, chomping at the bit to get to the bar as they did every Friday night after work. After cleaning up, they all jumped in their hotrods peeling out from the garage parking lot. None of them wanted to be the last to get to Amanda's tavern, th...

My wife's name is Anne, one of the things I haven't yet mentioned in this series. There is no reason I never included it up until this point, but as I recapped the events with Jorge, I realized I hadn't mentioned that earlier, which would make the remaining chapters in our saga a little more difficult to document. So now that that’s out of the way, let me get back to describing our brief transition into actual wife-watchi...