Category Archives: Fiction
Big For His Size
By Doghouse Sure as shit Rick shows up right after five-thirty pm, and I’m ready for him. I answer the door naked and semi hard. His eyes grow wide as he looks up and then down my body and sees … Continue reading
I Drove Over…
By Doghouse I drove over to my neighborhood garage to talk to the guys there about some new knobbys for the jeep. I didn’t really need new tires; I was just hoping to get a look at one of my … Continue reading
Ah… vacation
By Doghouse I’m on vacation. After three weeks on the beach in Mexico, a succession of Margaritas in hand daily, and a belly full of beans and rice I haven’t got a brain cell in my head to call my … Continue reading
It’s Heaven – To A Point
By Doghouse I have a little fuckbuddy that I’ve been screwing for years – when I can get a chance. When I say little, I mean he really is a little guy, only 25 to my fast-approaching 50 at 48, and … Continue reading
Sometimes My Fantasies…
By Doghouse I met a guy named Garth at the broken down trailer park I take my truck and camper to, to get away some times. It’s run down and has an odd collection of permanent and semi-permanent residents hanging … Continue reading
Better Call Ahead
By Doghouse I was driving south through California when I stopped at a little gas station to take a piss. It had been at least six hours since I had last stopped and my bladder was aching. Too much road … Continue reading
