This is a continuation of "International Relations". Readers should check-out the first installment to understand what is going-on, and why, for this chapter. +++++++++++++++++ After returning home from my training classes in Switzerland, it didn't take long for my life to get back to normal. Other than the occasional vivid dream, I managed to push to my e...
Every step Parker took away from Colton tore at his heart. The further away he got, the sicker to his stomach he felt. He kept wiping the tears away with the sleeve of his sweatshirt--Colton's sweatshirt. Once he couldn't run anymore, he slowed down to a walk. The walk home took an hour or so, which gave him time to think. Unfortunately, his mind was utterl...
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...
*Hey y'all. It was nice to have a break with no dangling story threads to worry about. This story was one I had cooking for the Halloween story contest, but it took me a few extra months to finish it. For anyone who has read my 'Bottom Tier' stories, this is more of that format. This story, as it stands alone, is a complete story with a beginning, a middle...
Avery checked his phone again. It had been two days since he'd texted Brian and still there was no answer. Avery began to think that maybe Brian was too hurt or angry to text him back. Then again, maybe he was just too busy to be bothered with him at all. Avery knew that he was going to break it off with him, he'd already decided that, he just didn't want to...
A person can only tolerate so much self-reflection before it becomes detrimental to one's health. That's how I was feeling by ten o'clock the next morning. The realization that I was a fuck-tard was weighing heavily on me—so much so that I'd started to feel depressed, which wasn't a normal feeling for me. I was a good person—I worked with sick kids, was debt...
Note: All sexually involved characters in this story are Eighteen years of age or older. There is a young, gay boy, 15 year old Fernando, who's father has kicked him out (which happens way to often in real life) and CPS (Child Protective Services) place him with foster parents, a married straight couple. There is no direct, or implied, sexual activity betwee...
Sandra had been doing a crossword puzzle as we waited for the visiting author from New Zealand to arrive at our Chelsea apartment. "You're the prose man. What's a word for 'inconstant'?" she asked, stretching her long legs, in the turquoise pedal pushers, down the length of the white sofa. The tunic she wore over them, showing her cleavage almost all the wa...
The homeowner impatiently tapped his foot on the floor, looking at the clock on the wall, and then by habit looking at his wristwatch. It was already 7:30 in the morning. A man like himself wasn't much of a morning person. In fact, he would have preferred to have slept in today and just snore from morning till noon. But no, he had to be up early today. Today...
++ Noah & Navid go to Texas ++ "I hate this. I need to be home and deep inside you, kissing every little inch of the beautiful boy who holds my heart." Navid texted me as we were seated around a large table at a fancy restaurant high above the valley. It was a dinner for some group of investors Navid had helped with a new office building. They were impress...