Doug Deeson's musings

There he was again, thought Troy. He saw him nearly every day and his eyes could not help but to follow him across the gym, trailing him from station to station.  He’d first seen him a few weeks ago, this tall good-looking man, lean, well build with amazing arms, chiselled jaw line, black hair, and brown eyes, to Troy’s mind he looked a bit like Superman.  The funny thing for Troy was that he was straight.  He’d never considered anything sexual with a guy, never even paid attention to a guy’s looks but this guy, there was something about this guy that held his attention. And even now, he didn’t notice other guys, just this one.  There was something there, something special.  He had no idea what that might be though.  After that day, whenever he was at the gym, he would keep his eye out for his guy, that was how he began to think of him – his guy.   But he needed a name and Troy decided that he looked like a Travis, so that’s who he became in Troy’s m...

 He was lost.  He wasn’t sure how he’d become lost, but he knew he didn’t know where he was, and he wasn’t sure where home was.  He was searching, the scents around him were not familiar, the noises unknown, the air didn’t smell right.  He was lost. He sat for a moment and looked around hoping to see something, someone familiar but there was nothing.  He had a bag with him, a backpack, checking that he found his pup mask – no, the thought, that’s not right it’s a hood, that was the right word -- he assumed it was his and with it, a tail, with some lube and a few jocks but nothing else.  He didn’t know what any of that meant.  He packed it all back into the bag, he didn’t know why he had these things, but he knew that if he had them, he had them for a reason. He felt his pockets and could not find a wallet or phone or anything, his pockets were empty. He stood up and slung the bag over his shoulder and as he did, he felt something bounce against his nec...

  The new year hit, and things got a bit busy, Jack’s store front was taking off, his office space was behind the store. I hadn’t seen him for a few days, as he was always at work.   The store was open long hours, and he was working most of them.   I decided that if I wanted my boy’s ass I was going to have to go there and take it. I pulled up to the lot, at about six, and parked on the office side, away from the store front.   The office door isn’t generally open to the public, but Jack had given me a security card to get me in, if I ever needed to, though at the time I couldn’t conceive of a reason I’d need to. Today I needed to.   I let myself in and knowing where his office was, I headed straight there.   I was stopped by one of the ladies working there, but she said, Oh, he’s back in his office – I suspected she was the person working on my last visit to this space, and I guess she saw us together.   No one else bothered me, as I made my way t...

In years before smart phones and apps, there were dating websites, hookup sites, I guess they still exist, but I haven’t needed them for a while.  Back then, in my single days I’d frequent these pages – it’s where I met my husband but before him there was Rodney (Rod)  We connected one evening chatting and exchanging pictures, as one did.   There was, something there and we both felt it. At the time I was living with my family and he had roommates, so we didn’t have a place to hookup, as that was all this was going to be. We were both clear on that.   In my single days I had two rules that I invoked with regards to hookups – Never ever go where you’re not invited and if you can’t play safe, you can’t play.   Not sexy maybe but those were my rules. Rod and I got alone well, and we chatted a couple of times before we agreed to meet for a coffee or drink to determine if there was more there. We both worked close to each other, so we agreed to meet for a mid-aft...