1.1.The AfterDark World with Ray Sostre
3.Muffy Wilson ~ Stories about Love, Sex, Hope & Pas
4.The Crypt of Morbius
Architect Taylor Green made the final cuts of the construction crew for the tower to finish the project after Bud Farnsworth his foreman had eliminated those less qualified. Taylor cut most with lesser skills and experience but some he hired for their masculine attributes. He only fantasized these men, knowing if the brawny male construction workers discovered he was gay, he would be ridiculed,and they would have less confidence for him.
Down to the last remaining man, he still hadn’t found one that had the certain sexual appeal that would help him make it through the project. Studying Samuel Collins’ resume, Taylor skipped over his young age as unimportant and focused on the needed requirements. Not completely satisfied, he looked to the man. “Samuel Collins.”
“What do you like to be called? Sam?” Staring pensively,avid interest in his appealing appearance, Taylor sensed something different with his character. Goose bumps prickled his skin into a cold sweat while a blush painted his cheeks red.
“Smitty.” Samuel grinned, his steel blue eyes sparkled the sunny sky’s reflection.
“Well, Smitty…” Taylor stared at his bulging biceps and upper chest, exposed from his partially unbuttoned, red, flannel shirt, “you’re qualification aren’t the best, but…”
“I’m a hard worker Mr. Green.”
“I was about to say you’ve made the list.” Taylor’s eyes darted to the outline of his dick, protruding beneath the denim of his tight jeans and then returned his gaze to his face.
The new hired worker stepped close to the architect, wrapping one hand around Taylor’s ass while his other hand clasped the top of his tie. He pulled his boss towards him and pressed his crotch against his and kissed him. Taylor wrapped his right arm around Smitty’s waist, enjoying the sensations of their quivering dicks.
Taylor closed his eyes but couldn’t suppress his erection, bulging against Smitty’s.
Their kiss endured through the low rumble of voices from the other men, shocked to see their boss enjoy being kissed with sexual intent by an obvious gay man. The two men ignored a few cackling jeers of condemnation.
When they released their hands and the kiss ended, Taylor whispered in Smitty’s ear. “Would you like to meet for a drink later?”
“A definite must. And maybe more.” Smitty’s devious smile was complimented by Taylor’s.
“Alright guys, you’ve seen the show.” Taylor’s deep, loud voice boomed a command of control. “There’s work to be done. We have a tower to build. Your foreman Bud will give you your assignments. Any grievances you may have, take them up with him. I suggest you get busy.” In a milder but still disciplined voice he addressed Smitty. “I’ll meet you back here at five.”