In one second, Miguel's eyes bore into me like those of a shark, and in the next, they flit around at passersby, whom I cannot see, but only feel when they move close behind me. He is analyzing them, taking notes, and this behavior is constant for him. He knows them all by name, I am sure, and most of them, I am also sure, consider him as their personal frie...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: You will probably enjoy this story much more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-2 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** They stood in the airless trailer, sweating: the beefy, muscular, clean-shaven man, and t...
AUTHOR'S NOTE This is a story about a young man exploring his sexuality and finding out he is a gay submissive. It is rather long and not all about sex so if you are looking for a quickie you might want to look elsewhere. This is a fantasy. All characters are over the age of 18. Please enjoy. ------------------- The night air was damp as I walked the stre...
In the early 1990's, I was living in Los Angeles with a friend of mine from high school. We didn't travel in the same circles in high school, but we were friendly. I was a jock and John played the clarinet in the band. We had a few classes together along the way. I always thought he was a little feminine, so it wasn't much a surprise when I heard that he was...
I yawned and scratched my chest as I shuffled into the bathroom. Joe was standing in front of the double sinks, blow-drying his hair. I leaned across the counter and pulled the plug. "I thought you were going to wait for me?" I asked him. "I thought you were going to get you ass out of bed sooner." "Oh, do not even go there!" I stuck my tongue out him, bu...
"Sure, I'll drive you home. But do you really want to go home just to sit around a do nothing or would you like to come with me downtown to the Battery Park Book Exchange for some stimulation?" Trent had just put in eight hours at the University of North Carolina Asheville Ramsay library, checking out books at the circulation desk, and more time with books...
Gabe still has the note his mother left him before ending her life. Its body reads, "As you know, my childhood was filled with sad things, but because of your father, and because of you, I was able to be happy for many years. Thank you for bringing me joy. Please don't worry about me, or be sad that I am gone. Find my diaries in the black dresser and keep th...
Hot Sex With Some African Queens Jo'burg. Ivan shows me around. He's been here before. He has friends, he knows places. We drink in a small bar off Rosettenville, then stroll further towards a club called 'The Blue Dahlia'. There's a low marquee outside. It looks rather run-down. But once inside, with the lights low but for winking red fluorescents and spot...
EZEKIEL: It was the worst pain I ever felt in my life... and I've felt all kinds of pain. It felt like thousands of smoldering needles were being pushed into every square inch of my body. It started with the feeling that something was pricking me. I'd scratch and the pricking would stop. But as time went on, it got worse and worse and all I could think abo...
*Hi, one and all. I honestly don't know how this story happened. I got an idea and it poisoned me until I got it out. This story is by far the longest story I've written in so short of a time. The time between when I got the idea and when I posted it was only three days when I worked like a maniac. Rest assured, the end chapters to both Tenderness and T...