as Greg pulled himself together I waited for a few seconds, listening for any sign that our roommates had woken. All clear. I found my underwear and slipped then on as I made my way out of the bedroom to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I let his seed drip out of my crack, thinking but how lucky I was to have a fuck-buddy in this program. My time here was going to be a piece of cake!

The End…….


Lots of people make a big deal about their sexuality these days. It’s as if it’s set in stone, whether a person’s gay or straight. I think everyone experiment’s and that’s ok. Every now and then I get an urge to fuck a guy or two, and I’m married with two kids. My wife had a girlfriend before I met her and I’m sure lots of people swing both ways I’ll try to recall all my other adventure’s and write them down here in the future. Sort of like Dav”s kinky chronicals. Feel free to use my material in any way you see fit. I just get off on knowing people are reading my work! I’ve been in so many places and situations that I have loads of material to draw from.

    Ok, it was 1998/99 and I was 22. I had gotten myself into a bad scrape with the law on account of my speed addiction and the judge decided that I needed hugs, not drugs. So he sentence me to a hard-core inpatient drug program for a year, in lue of 16 years prison time.
Now this program wasn’t strictly just for drugs, but for any type of addiction or high risk individuals that needed close supervision. We had two SOs’ that I knew of, a few serial car thieves and a sprinkling of gangbangers. Dirty Dave is my name and I’ve seen a thing or two. We’ll start off easy. The program’s name was Highways and Byways, it was ran by a short little guy that fancied himself a street preacher and he had connections with the local court system. So I guess you could say there was kind of a pipeline from jail to the Charles Ham interprise. We referred to ourselves as Hamonites and as such, we operated a slew of shady businesses from Paul’s transmission shop to a pair of thrift stores and even a snowcone cart called Mr.