This is an update on "We Met In Kindergarten." WMIK ended as Jeffrey was about to marry someone else. Inspired by Troye Sivan's beautiful but haunting video, I thought the nap buddies should wind up together. They had loved each other for too long to wind up with others. ***** Part One My mom walked me to my first day of kindergarten at Powell Gardens Ele...
He had his dick inside me a half hour after we'd met. Jorgen was that good, he was. It also was like I was fucking myself. Almost a mirror image, which was no less surprising because he was Scandinavian and I'm an American—never knowing before then that my ancestry might have been Scandinavian too. Granted I'd entered the beach bar in Brindisi, Italy, to ge...
I was finishing up the dishes when I looked through the window over the sink and saw Joe in the backyard. He was tugging on the new tire swing I'd attached to the old maple tree in the back yard as a surprise. He looked concerned, as he tentatively leaned his weight against it, and I chuckled to myself at his unease. I ducked my head and watched as he steppe...
How did he get here, he had thought, slinging the skinned pig carcass over his shoulder. Lucius Papirius had been the hero of the 9th Legion. Over three storied tours he had aided in he conquering of the northern Barbarian lands and rescued the kidnapped son of a nobleman. His name was sung in the songs of that conquest and the children of the Abentine insis...
Spy? The man at the lectern was saying that my father had been an intelligence agent. I knew what an intelligence agent was. It was a spy. And I'd never even suspected that my father had been one of those. I figured he'd been something more than just a sportsman and dilettante, but I hadn't given that much thought to it. Both of my parents had been flitting...
I am a 51 yo, mwm. I had some teen experiences, too. Mostly oral, but I received anal a couple of times and thought it was great. When I got married, I put down the active play, but I still used the memories of it as masturbation material. I'm sure you know what I mean....I'll bet you do too! About 5 years ago, I met a (divorced) guy via our mutual interest...
Chapter Fourteen - Happy New Year! 'These CCM Professional men's hockey skates are really gonna' be good on the Canal when we go skating, Aaron! They're just the best present! Thanks honey!" 'And these 'Faber Castell' technical drafting pens are going to come in handy when I have to work on Gordon's drafting assignments in the New Year, Adam. How did you m...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) CHAPTER FOUR The problem of the bathroom wasn't a small one—or rather that was its problem. Our bathroom was so small you had to step outside it to change your mind. (Ba-dum-bump, as the comedy drum goes), and the "diminutive nature" of the apartment had expressed itself there at its worst. It contained a singl...
Chapter Seven "Such precious cruelty." A slow smile spread over Jordan's lips and Dorian watched as the elf dipped a strawberry in Angelia's chocolate glaze. Jordan tipped his head back, laying bare the smooth contours of his graceful neck, as he lowered the strawberry to his lips. His eyes closed, Jordan slipped his tongue out, letting the chocolate drip...
Note: This story has been previously published on the Nifty Archives. * * * * * To bow. To worship. To breed. These are the notes of his symphony, his soul's hunger. His eyes dart from body to body, evaluating, finding nothing of either sustenance or substance. In his emptiness, I sense his desperation for my religion. He seeks a fane with an altar of...