The doorbell rang. Terry waited a few seconds to see if his mother would answer the door, but he heard nothing. No footsteps, no sound of the door opening—nothing. She must have gone out without saying anything to him. With a sigh of resignation he muted the TV, and tossing the remote on the seat of the recliner, he went to the door and yanked it open. Gav...
K. Nitsua. Copyright 2010 by the author. Once more this is a story that takes as its starting point a true reminiscence found on the Net, and borrows situations and occasional turns of phrase from its source. I therefore must acknowledge and thank the original, anonymous author. Ken Greg Combs recognized his old college roommate the second he walked into t...
The horror I feel is indescribable. The words ooze from him like pestilent slugs; dripping from lips that are cracked and broken. Each one is more deadly than the last, telling a story of pain and depravation so deep and so painful that I can hardly bear to hear it. But I must. If it is so hard to hear how much more difficult must it have been to live? I gr...
This story is a continuation from the series "An Erotic Tale". To get a better understanding of these characters, it is best to read the previous 5 instalments in the series. This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. Remember, knowledge is power! Educate yourself. Always practice safe sex! I found myself standing on the doorstep of Mike...
Brian knew he'd been impetuous. Unfortunately, it was a little late for realizing that. He turned his head from the window of the Cyprus Air plane as it cleared the French coast above Marseilles and sailed out over the Mediterranean. He looked over at the two young men sitting across the aisle from him in first class, aching for them—either one of them. It w...
Tuesday morning, I reluctantly walked into the school, half-expecting John to cause some big scene. Surprisingly, nothing happened. He walked into the classroom for first period just before the bell rang and left as soon as class was finished. Josh let me know John didn't sit with the group at our table during lunch and he didn't see where he had gone instea...
This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or events is unintended and purely accidental. This is part two of a series. If you haven't already done so, it is best to read Chapter 1 first. As there is no story category for bisexual male/MMF, I thought the best place for it was in the Gay section. Cleanphil ~~~ It was a gorgeous and uns...
I'm 5" 8', 190 pounds, and a toned slim fit body that I've had girls and guys running after me in high school and now in college. I live in a off campus studio apartment since my family is a well-to-do family. I'm going threw school with my trust fund that my dad sat up for me when I was born. My dad wasn't a wealthy guy, but since he sat up a trust fund for...
"Isn't she beautiful? Such sleek lines." "Yes. But for how much longer?" Paul Pettit answered his brother, Philip. They'd gone on shore in Naples for a morning away from the chaos of the quickly whipped-up double marriage ceremony and were returning to the yacht in a motor launch. The boat was anchored near the Isle of Capri, across Naples Bay. "I was talk...
Chapter Nine - The Green-Eyed Monster Johnny looked at Mr. Kent, too, standing his ground. He was still waiting for the other to talk. Depending on the opponent, he either waited for the guy to make the first move, or went for the kill. The former happened when he didn't know his opponent. He had respect for what he had yet to learn about the man in front o...