It was Saturday evening and I was bored. I decided to buck my routine and go to the movies. I go to the movies every Sunday morning when it's not crowded and when the prices are cheapest. Hopefully it wouldn't be too crowded. I didn't like people to be too close to my personal space. I'm deathly shy and totally lacking in self-confidence. I guess that comes...
Usual disclaimers, we're all fictional and all over eighteen. In particular I did a Google search for Acme East Talent agency and they don't appear to exist. If one does then I can assure you that the one featured in this story is, like all the characters, purely fictional and any resemblance is purely coincidental. Secondly, this is a story about pony boys...
August 27, 1944 Paul jerked and shuddered at the sound of the salvo of gunfire that penetrated through to his cell from across the courtyard. He looked around the small cell. Stone floor, walls, and ceiling. a cot suspended down from chains on the wall at one side. A drain in the corner with a chamber pot next to it. The Ritz it was not. This was anything...
This is a repost of the first chapter and the initial posting of the rest of the story. Chapter 1 Alex was bored. Bored out of his mind and idle hands are the devil's workshop. He had done the daily crossword puzzle, checked his email (personal and business) and was now browsing the Internet including a couple of soft porn sites. Not that he didn't want t...
Chapter 26 My dick was already hard when I woke up curled around Daniel with his warm bare ass shoved against me. I didn't have to open my eyes to know where I was or what was going on because even in my sleep, he was there. I snuggled against his back while he slept heavily, facing the concrete block wall on his side with his arm thrown over the pillow as...
[Nothing matters if you're gone...] +++ We have this habit of walking to the yogurt place a few blocks down Ventura from our house. I load mine up with fruit and cereals while Navid loads his down with protein bits and healthy stuff for muscles. I was excited when we saw one inside the casino resort he took me to for the weekend. It was a business trip wit...
DARK PATHS – BY SADIE ROSE BERMINGHAM & BELLORA QUINN © 2008/9 Ladies and Gentlemen of the audience, our story is nearing its finale. Again, we would like to give our congratulations and thanks to everyone who has stuck with us this far, through the darkness and the violence in hope of a bit more hot sex. Our protagonists would like to point out that it's q...
Prolog My name is Malcolm Hargrove. My vocation is that of a writer. Portions of my work at times are a bit of an erotic nature. While I cannot explain the reasoning for many of those that choose to share their experiences, the phenomenon continues. Sometimes their motives don't become apparent until much later. I met Harvey at retreat for single men spons...
Here's the next chapter. It's a bit longer than I would have liked, but there were plot bits I had to get in. I hope that the melodrama isn't too high... * "Fuck Neill, fuck Liam," ran through my mind as my car sped through town. "I don't need this shit. I don't mean anything? Fuck him then." I was angry and sad at the same time, and it took about fifteen...
"It isn't over until it's over, fucker." Chris bumped my shoulder as he passed me, almost dumping me in the pool at the Natatorium. I'd say his expression was a mix of disappointment, determination, and more than a bit of a sneer. I said nothing, and I didn't respond to the aggression. I'm not sure I would have felt or reacted differently if I'd been just be...