Author's Note -- There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, please do not read. ### I couldn't believe it. Carlos . . . my friend . . . my brother . . . the hottest, sexiest man I'd ever known . . . was lying on my bed, sound asleep, and completely nude. Even though I felt guilty for doing it,...
I crawled into bed later that night, tired and alone, back at my apartment. Earlier in the day we had agreed that a break--even for just one night--was a healthy move. For a while I had half-expected Mikey to later succumb, to turn to me in the car, for instance, and tell me that he wanted to stay over after all. I knew later, certainly after our walk down t...
Thank you for following Ryan from the Judge Ordered Slavery story to the Farm Boi series. This started as a series that had some of my own life experiences. We are way beyond that now. I don't know about other writers, but when I start something I have an idea...and then sometimes those characters come alive inside of my mind and take over the story. I becom...
Hi guys! Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to leave a comment. They're so encouraging and I'm glad you're enjoying the story!! In this chapter, we see Erik moving steadily forward, and Ryan plagued with some doubts. And finally, some sex again! lol Yours, Hudson Copyright © 2018 by Hudson Bartholomew. All rights reserved. This story or a...
ANOTHER WEEK AT THE CAPE On Monday Ricky and I slept in as we were like zombies from the incredible days of marathon sex. I didn't care if he was my gay cousin. I was addicted to his incredible ass and I planned to have it everyday of the upcoming week. By the time we out of bed, showered and dressed it was nearly 11:00 AM. He suggested going to the harbor...
I hesitate to say Beth and I were in a relationship. But we were definitely not not in a relationship. The truth of how I felt about Beth was, she scared me. Like any cool chick, she smoked, drank, and swore a lot. She had a personality that made people want to be near her, even if they didn't know her. I saw this unfold so many times, in every setting imagi...
After a few more hours of sleep, I came to again. This time the agony in my head, though still soul destroying, was bearable, just. Moving extremely slowly and carefully, I opened my eyes and turned my head, praying the that the sound of someone else in bed with me was just a dream. Alas, that was not the case. When I finally managed to look beside me, I wa...
We avoided the GSA office now for the most part. The university had cleaned the room, but afterward we always left the office with the scent of industrial cleaners embedded in our noses. There was almost nothing left anyway, so there was little reason for them to go back again. Let the next set of officers deal with the room, without having walked in on it a...
I'm close to the end of my life now, and as you reach your twilight years mostly all you have left is memories. Especially since I lost my wife of more than 50 years, Katie, I spend most of my time looking back.: my youth in Nebraska; my brief spell as a college football star; the first time I ever saw Katie, and fell in love with her; and, of course, the Wa...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "Jake. I'm really sorry about what happened last night." I threw him a glance across the car, as I pulled out of our estate as I drove him to college. He looked over at me and shrugged. "It's not a big deal, dad. You're trying a few things out. I get that." "I need you to know though: I'm...