When Clark sees the way I'm "improperly" packing my clothes, he sighs, up-ends my luggage, and grabs a single shirt. "No, no, no. You need to roll them, like this," he says, demonstrating his technique by folding in the arms and rolling one of my sweaters into a cylinder. "How am I supposed to know? I don't get out much, remember?" I say, pushing him playfu...
The summer break between graduation and college went by way too fast. Honestly, Danny had a hard time remembering much of it, other than all the stuff he did with Tyler. There was only a week and a half left before they moved away from their childhood homes and into their dorms. He'd been disappointed to learn that they weren't in the same dorm room. Hell, t...
Something about the sheer dress socks made Charles nervous. He was at his bed, fully dressed in his best three-piece suit, lush paisley tie knotted around his crisp cutaway collar, grosgrain braces to match, silk handkerchief spilling out of his breast pocket, glittering cufflinks--the whole nine yards. But he saved the sheer socks for last. It was the way...
The Day After: 2 Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... I woke up, startled by my alarm clock. I threw my arm down towards my nightstand to quiet the shrill sound with my hand. My eyes opened to meet the familiar sight of my ceiling fan. After the last day's events it was comforting to find myself in familiar territory. I turned my head to the empty space beside...
I had only ever wrestled Russ a few times. He lived locally and was a nice guy but as far as "wrestling" he was – to put it mildly – a little lame. He was good, don't get me wrong, but we would wrestle and as soon as one of us was pinned or submitted the wrestling was over. No second round, no rematch, no nothing. Our longest "match" went about half an hour...
"Alright, she's all yours, Blake." Says Mr Owen as his keys jingle from handing them over to the handsome man before him, wearing a denim jacket and tight-fitting jeans. At age 26, Blake sports a nice layer of stubble on his face, besides his short brown hair, as he looks at his coworker. Mr and Mrs Owen are going on a two week strip, so they need Blake to h...
This story contains gay incest themes. The summer I was 19 is still the most incredible summer of my life. I was still living with my parents, scheduled to begin college in the fall. My mother and father were both older than average, I had been an unexpected surprise. I had a sister who was 10 years older than me; she was married and lived nearby with her...
INTRODUCTION This story takes place in the 1970s before the threat of aids when bareback sex was commonplace. It is completely fiction and all characters are 18 years of age or older. * CHAPTER TWO PAULA'S VISIT Over the next several days until Paula's arrival things stayed pretty much on course around the apartment. I never got tired of fucking Robby...
Sarkopheros Says: I had to rearrange some things, but I was determined to get two stories out this month, and I did it, dammit! Only nine days after the last one, to boot. Sure, it's the last day of July, but that's still two stories this month, despite everything that's been going on at my "real" job. Admittedly, I've been getting in my own way, but I got...
SLAM! "Hmph!" Callum "The Highlander" Weir literally felt the breath being ripped from his lungs as his back hit the mat. Hard. The Bastard had slammed him. Blue-green eyes blinked rapidly as trying to bring his world back into focus, but before Cal was able to bring a semblance of air into his lungs the Bastard was already on him, his fists flying, hard...