I'm so elated to see some of you liked the first chapter. And at your request here is the second. Of course, there's more if you want to read it. Let me know what you think... At the hospital Greg entered the room evaluating the youth's condition three days later. Jonathan turned his head looking at the man. "Hey..." the youth smiled his voice still effect...
:: Robby :: Clark's funeral was three days later. I spent the days torn in two; part of me grieved over Clark's death and wrestled with the feelings of guilt and anger while the other part soared in absolute bliss over my relationship with Mike. Things were so different. I moved his things into my bedroom and it became our house. I woke up to his angelic fa...
I'd been having this pain in my stomach. In retrospect it was probably just nerves, but mom insisted on sending me to the doctor. I got there by bus on a rainy Wednesday afternoon. I was the only one in the waiting room but I still sat for over an hour. Finally a nurse took me back to an exam room. "Get undressed and put on this robe. Dr. Thompson will be...
Shawn Anderson pulled the sheet up over the lifeless body and bit his lip, fighting back tears of hollow anger and bitter frustration. Damn this disease! Yet another victim of the relentless, uncaring infection known as AIDS. Someone’s father, someone’s son. This one was Alan Dunlop, a locally famous photographer who had introduced him to the beauty of Rober...
"The only think better than having sex," I mumbled to myself from the safety of my hiding place where I had been watching the couple making out on the couch in the downstairs family room, "is watching other people having sex." Okay, I'm a bit of a voyeur. Guilty as changed. In fact I'm a little bit of a lot of things. I'm a little bit straight, as my wife s...
This is my fantasy and I'm "sticky" to it. While there is only slight non-consent reluctance I have put this story in this category because the non-consent reluctance aspect will mature in the next two continuations. I hope you enjoy the fulfillment of my fantasy. There I was sitting in my car a in a strip mall not to far from home, nervous, anxious, an...
"We loved with a love that was more than love." -Edgar Allan Poe ***** A thin, lanky boy with a thick head of shoulder-length black hair hurriedly walked off the campus of the University by twilight with only a bag of possessions in one hand, and in the other, a letter he intended to drop off at the post office on his way out. The hurriedly-penned letter w...
I was panting and straining and Grady was whispering to me, "Stay with it; you can take it. You are taking it. Doesn't that make you want to shoot higher than ever before?" He was crouched between my spread legs, holding one up and away from our bodies, my other leg running up his torso, the ankle hooked on his shoulder. His forehead was plastered to mine,...
This story takes place during the Winter of 1970. *** I suppose I should have felt guilty given the things that were going through my mind as I looked at my young guest sitting next to me on the couch, staring at the pornographic magazine in open-mouthed wonder, but I didn't. Young Preston Phillips III was the young fellow who, along with his mother had l...
The next morning my ass, understandably, felt like it was on fire and I knew I had to give it at least a few days to calm down, which I did. The nearly nonstop sex I had recently enjoyed provided me with excellent visual images and the masturbation sessions were amazing. But taking on a cock anally at this point was unthinkable; my body was not used to it an...