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Wander Wonder Stories
Below you can find the complete collection of stories by Wander Wonder.
Once every month or so, Nick wakes up with no memory of the night before with the unfamiliar cologne of sandalwood on his skin. He's always chalked it up to drinking too much, but his nerdy colleague Gary might know exactly what Nick gets up to during his blackouts.
Now that Jay has one gay friend, he's trying to be a better person. Less of a bully. More supportive. Unfortunately, his new lab partner is going to hold him to it.
I don’t know how many times we’ve done this over the last year—meeting up, fucking, then going on about our business. It’s irregular, but lately it’s been a lot. Alex always calls me first.
Since nobody's paying attention to me I curl my lip. Todd has these really light-colored eyes that make him look like he's always planning something evil. The glasses only emphasize that. He sees me glaring at him and winks.
"I don't think I'm gay, sir" says my chickenshit secretary as he places coffee on my desk. I pretend not to hear him. I'd figured he'd chosen permanent celibacy over admitting he liked getting his ass fucked.
My arms were splayed out on the table, fingers curled over to grip the sides. The skin of my torso and cheek rubbed abrasively against the tabletop, back and forth.
He was new to my neighborhood, a slick pretty boy who I despised at first sight. He wore three-piece suits all day long and hosted barbecues with his live-in girlfriend.
My current secretary is afraid of me. His name is Lance Oliver Jordan - three first names. I call him "hey," or "kid," and take note when he complains to everyone that I don't even know his name. Lance Oliver Jordan wants me to fuck him, and he doesn't even know it yet.