Preface For fifty years men come to the island of Cyprus, a Mediterranean paradise split and war torn by a marathon ethnic struggle between Greek and Turk, each consciously seeking connection with the writings of the British novelist and essayist Lawrence Durrell. They all take up tenancy, some longer than others, in the Bellapais villa where Durrell wrote...
"Did you get the 23rd off?" I asked sleepily. My law partner was finally tying the knot and it was Joe's and my job to make sure he got there on time. Not an easy task when you knew his nickname was Late Again Murphy. We were still in bed. I knew I should make an issue out of it, but it was so warm and nice and quiet. It had been a long time since Joe and...
This is my first submission so constructive criticism is welcome. My gratitude to nomoretears00, who sent the email encouraging me to post, and did so much more you are awesome! Thanks to Cari Z. Blackstallion21 is my amazing, talented editor. If there are any errors it's on me, I keep rewriting. This is a copyrighted work of fiction by the author see...
Chapter 2. Inner Demons The dark haired young man moaned softly as sharp teeth penetrated his skin. The gentle sucking that followed was a potent aphrodisiac, his fully risen shaft weeping its desire as he whimpered sub vocally. The hot lips at his neck moved to lave the beads welling at the head of his engorged penis, a low, rumbling purr revealing the oth...
~Ethan~ My eyes slowly blinked open. What happened? I was sprawled on top of my made bed with a light blanket covering me. And my head was pounding. Ah, Mark. He'd called. I don't know how he'd gotten my new number, but he'd called and demanded to know where I was. Soon followed the same old spiral that we always plummeted into when fighting. He demand...
I first met Matt Humphrey on a subway train one cold night in January. Well, that was the first time we actually had a conversation. We had gone to the same boarding school for three and a half years, but had never once had a conversation. Which, when I think about it, is really quite amazing, considering the fact that we only went to school with 200 guys, b...
I hate labels. I don't consider myself gay. Hell, I don't even think of myself as bi, either. Slightly bent? Straight with a slight curve? Fuck if I know because I love sex with women. Really, I do, except I've had a dick or two inside my mouth, too. So, what does that make me? Before Todd, I never thought much about it. Best to think of myself as a horny ba...
Thanks for your kind words and encouragement! I am thankful for everyone who takes the time to read my stories. When I wrote the last chapter a year ago, they were going to Waffle House. This was before recent current events... I mean no disrespect by setting part of this chapter there. It's simply for the integrity and continuity of the story. For all int...
As I've stated before, I tend to write more from the heart and less from the genitals. It's easier for me to write love and emotions, than to detail a lot of hot and steamy gay eroticism, but I try to spice it up where I can. Comments are always appreciated. If Literotica had a Gay Male Romance category, I would place my stories there. (complete with a few c...
"...And protect us from evil, Lord, whatever form it takes," Mr. Carpenter said with his head bowed and eyes closed. Sid looked around the table. His father at one end, brothers and sisters, a few aunts, uncles, and cousins, and Zach, his best friend. They were all bowing their heads and holding their hands as his father prayed over the Thanksgiving dinner....