Over the next month or so, Joshua was back in Birmingham and didn't hear anything from Nelson, or text him. But a long weekend was coming up. Joshua had asked his parents to go to the cottage, and they were glad he was enjoying it again, so they said they would go over the long weekend. So Joshua sent Nelson a text message. "Hi." it said "I'll be back at m...
Fantasy Biker I get a kick out of cruising on my bike. Almost every weekend I'm riding the roads all around town. I usually ride alone, but at the end of my ride, I stop at a bar on the edge of town and have a brew or two before heading home. The place has its' regulars, but it's not a biker bar by any means. I shot a few games of pool with a couple of the...
Everybody was decked out in cowboy boots, jeans, and bandannas at the afternoon barbecue. Of course, Derek with his sleeveless button-up shirt, tight jeans (with a big buckle belt), and cowboy boots looked like the Playgirl cover model for the cowboys issue. Everyone watched him swagger around the patio. Karen gave him a cowboy hat, and every gay guy and str...
Author's Note: This story can be read as a stand-alone but it's technically a sequel to "Of Sharks and Field Mice" so if you want to understand fully everything that's going on here, read that one first. In the week following Venice's visit to their farm, Bill and Daniel hadn't found it any easier to be in the same room together. Daniel woke up every mornin...
Ok here is the last chapter, I really want a lot of feedback for this one because if a lot of people REALLY don't like the ending then I will put out an alternate ending but I hope I don't have too. Thanks to my editor :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alex put the last of the dishes away and looked around the house again. He liked to clean while Mike was at s...
Chapter 11 -- Ryan's Story -- Liberation "Quick, hide," Gunther said. He grabbed Ryan's arm and led him to the back of the loft. He got Ryan to lay down and covered him in hay. Ryan knew they were German soldiers, most probably still on the hunt for him. He heard Gunther leave, he hoped the boy could keep them away. I dawned on him that he was about to lea...
I have been recounting two close yet very seperate periods in my life in these stories. One, at the end of high school and that summer leading up to college, takes place at the end of the 70s. The other is a few years into college, in the early 80s. The former was a time of finding myself, sexually, and included a remarkable amount of straight lovemaking...
I grew up in a small town and did not move to the city until college. There was not much opportunity for sex with girls in a small town. As a teenager, our sexual activity was confined to masturbating while looking at magazines like Playboy and Penthouse. We often had group masturbation sessions in the barn of one of our friend's father. Sometimes there woul...
I berated myself for weeks thereafter for not having given more thought to what had bothered me about what happened in the lounge at Jacob's ranch. Later my lieutenant, Burton Kahn, repeatedly told me that it worked out for the best that I'd let it slip my mind—and I hadn't even told him what the trying circumstances were that made it fall out of my thinking...
There's nothing quite as dark as being out in the country around midnight on a hot summer night. Without the street lights and the neon illumination of civilization, the pitch blackness takes a little getting used to, which is why I was walking slowly and carefully down the steps of the back porch of my Uncle and Aunt's house. I couldn't see my hand in fron...