With a nudge and a yawn-smothering smirk Jeremy pokes me in the ribs and falsetto whimpers at me, "wake uuup..." as I ironically continue to drive and he awakens from traveler's daze. Always his way- deflect the obvious by that distracting charm. Even after 18 years I was not immune to it. The fact of which he remains well aware. Approaching the Animus Riv...
In 1994, I turned 19 years old. In the city that I lived in, there wasn't much to do for a teenager. Since I was not old enough to drink, I had to get creative. Usually our nights would consist of driving around and expanding our minds with whatever we could get our hands on. That was also the year that I met Lance Willis. Lance was about 6 years older tha...
Unedited - Please forgive the tenses or if something is wrong hopefully one day. Thank you for reading and comments are always welcome. kmillerk1 ***** Jeff and Teddy walked in after practice and just collapsed in the living room, dropping everything they had books and gear. They had a big game the following Friday and it was the end of October, amazingl...
I lie in bed, eyes wide open, staring into the darkness; my mind a whirling kaleidoscope of images and colors. Mainly one image and one sensation: Fred's smile and the feel of his cock in my hand. I had no doubt he was a 'special someone' but was he destined to be that 'someone' for me? When he had used the exact same phrases I used and I blindly obeyed hi...
[At the request of R.P.] Rocko stood aside, stripping his hands of the rubber gloves, and watched as Howard Holt released the young, slender black man from the chains that had had him suspended from the ceiling. He gingerly lifted the college student, Ray Taylor, and lowered him onto a nearby cot before he could sink fully to the stone floor in the playroom...
Sue's 1962 red Impala convertible had a pillow in the backseat, which Eddie Perry found quite convenient to place under her lower back so she could comfortably recline in the back corner of the seat behind the driver's position. She was maneuvered so that she could spread and bend her legs to enable him, naked, to take most of his weight on his knees, betwee...
"We shall say nothing of this." "No, I shan't," I murmured as I panted. I didn't think I could count on the tall black man with the slender body, big hands, big feet, and the long cock to stay silent among his peers about what he could get from an English youth, someone from the white farm owner's family. But that was not my problem. Gashirai, the gardener...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic. The novella is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly romantic, lopsidedly erotic,...
"This is Claude, Claude Barbier, Neal. He'll be living with us this summer. He's a concert pianist. French." "I've heard interesting things about you, young man," the Frenchman said. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." This was how I was greeted coming off the train in Gunzenhausen, an ancient Bavarian town on a large lake, Muhr am See, be...
*** Professor Johnson*** "Welcome to my class ladies and gentlemen. For those who surpass all expectations in my class, you will come to know me as Professor Johnson." I smiled and found myself struggling to appear indifferent. "To others, I am called PB Teen and no, it has no relation to the magazine. For those of you who are confused, it means 'Professo...