I couldn't be faulted for doing my best to fight off the depression from these urges that had clutched at me since high school. My parents, bless them, had done what they could to help me—my dad, especially, by guiding me through various sports programs, giving his all to the effort to give me the All-American sports hero life—using up all my time so I didn'...
Happily Trudeau was not completely serious when he told me there would be more sex than work on my book in his home. He was fully professional in the art of creating first-class novels. What was true, though, was that my work was taken completely apart and put back together again. And, although he was blunt with his critiques and was a hard task master, Trud...
The light coming through the bay window in the captain's cabin at the stern of the Helena was eerie, as often is the case as dawn creeps in, but it was more peculiar than that. Clouds were scudding across the sky in ominous, dark formations, and the sea was unusually choppy. The captain said that this often was this way as the ship neared the Jamaica coast,...
"You feel like ordering takeout?" "It's three in the morning Heero, even if we called it in, no one would deliver it." Despite the ungodly hour, neither agent was the least bit bored, stir crazy, or cursing the funeral they'd traded these shift hours to attend. Right. Well, except for the dead guy (since it really wasn't his fault). "Believe me Duo...
Thunder? Stampede? Earthquake? Ragnarök? No, man, it's the Disciples. The whole motherfucking gang. They're on their hogs, and they ride. Hair streams like sinister oriflammes. Naked biceps clench in leather jerkins. Fists twist throttles. Like a dust of diamonds sweat glistens on the tattoo tapestry. The Disciples roar through primeval forest, serpentinin...
Disclaimer: All characters are entirely fictitious. The events described here never happened. Please, do not read if you are under 18 or are offended by explicitly sexual material. Andrew woke up with a start. No! No! It could not have happened, his conscious mind told him. He did not just get fucked by another man. But even as his thoughts sought to deny i...
Special thanks to talismania for her wonderful editing job; you're the best. Merry Christmas, guys! This is a copyrighted work of fiction by nomoretears00. All rights reserved. * Dale was just finishing up reduplicating water pistols for his young, Szin and Raiden, to use while they played at the waterfall near their house. "Hold on Szin, it's almost do...
It was a Saturday in the early part of December and the eight soon-to-be-players were stuck at school, of course not by choice, but because detention always claimed its victims. Mr. Brown, one of the school's science teachers, led the group of seniors to the Study Hall, a windowless room where the were to serve their time like inmates. What none of them knew...
He laid on the bed face down mewing like a cat in heat, writhing like a junkie in need of a fix. Steven waited what seemed like hours. He was grinding his hard cock into the bed when he heard a voice behind him. "These are my friends, you will please them all night. In effect, they own you for the next 10 hours. They paid for your holes." Steven heard Mas...
Pound Cakes Damn, those feet were big. Exiting the downstairs doorway of Telluride Hardware and Feed Emporium, I was absorbed in my thoughts when the hefty honkers ruined my concentration. The Nike Cross-trainers were not new, nor were they rare. Rather, the presumption of the size of the dwellers within them was what captured my attention. While many w...