Mason's House - Mason and Tyler Part Two I wake up not to a blaring alarm clock but to the presence of something warm and heavy pressing up against my puck. I'm laying on my side and I see a tan, very defined, veiny arm wrapped around my torso. My brain immediately goes to Brad as I start imagining his purple cockhead dripping with precum, just leaking...
HOW THE RIVER FEELS One -- A Concert to Remember Jack sat in the dim light, reading his program for the symphony concert, the first of the season. It was the first time he had been to a concert since -- how long? -- since before he and Karen had married. No, they went once or twice in their first year of marriage. Then, job, childbirth, moves, finances, al...
CHAPTER 1 Hi guys; my name is Jeremy; I'm a Chicagoan and I'm what is euphemistically called a Male Escort. Any guy who does not go around with his head in the sand knows more or less what I do when they hear that I am a Male Escort, but frankly I don't know where that expression comes from, for escorting, which implies accompanying someone somewhere, usual...
Hi all! Here is the next installment! Thanks to everyone who sent me kind words over the past several weeks—you guys are great! A little update for those who have ever so kindly expressed their concern: my brother is doing fantastically! Almost done with physical therapy and almost at full recovery of strength in his legs. His husband has been amazing and I...
Second Edition ©2013 (Original ©2009 Rob Colton) # Chapter 1 I looked at my watch as I stood at the elevator bank with my laptop bag. It was only 6:30 PM. That was pretty good. Lately it seemed I've been working later and later. My name is Mike Andrews. I'm twenty-two years old and this is my first job out of college. I'm a corporate app developer for on...
Sometimes it's been so long since you've felt good, you can't even remember what it was like. I didn't know when I started feeling this bad, but it must've happened a long time ago, when I wasn't paying attention, mired deep in a bad relationship in a city seven hours away from my small-town home. I didn't even know how miserable I'd actually been until this...
"You got it?" Sanchez asks after a long drag on his Marlboro. His name's an affectation: he's lily white. He's Mom's sweet boy, cleans his room, does his own laundry, kisses her goodbye, sells joints and pills to highschoolers on Saturday night, then goes to Church on Sunday pretending to be sinless as starched white sheets. Typical American shyster. S...
Whenever I need to use a public toilet, I invariably go into one of the cubicles even if the entire row of urinals is empty. This used to be because, having had some bad reactions from women at the large size of my manhood, I was self-conscious about exposing my genitals to other people and preferred to hide myself away. These days, that no longer bothers m...
You probably won't agree with what I did. I don't like that I did it but it happened and that's as real as I can be. We all make mistakes and I considered not telling the second half of this chapter but that would be lying. I know that many people will have opinions but know that I still feel awful. Don't judge me too harshly. All the love, Artie. *****...
**** Four hours later Chad and Blaine pulled up outside the cottage and Blaine gasped. "It's beautiful," They hadn't ended up at Nick and Kyle's place. They'd ended up at a beautiful cottage covered in flowers and vines. The building must have been early eighteenth century as the thatched roof shone slightly in the bright April sunshine. A small pond wa...