Despite Sean's trepidations, all had gone well on that emancipation day. A few rowdies had tried to stir something up against the Negroes, but The police sergeant, Sean and Preston, Larson, yes, and even Li'l Mike, had stood up and calmed every thing down. The next afternoon had been set aside to interview potential employees. Eight candidates showed up. O...
Chapter Four -- You Don't Have to Be a Star, Baby The Peacock Inn Restaurant is down a couple of blocks from our house and then to the right on King Street, just across from the Purvis Esso gas station. King Yee bought the property in the early sixties and proceeded to tear down the massive, dark red brick Victorian mansion that had stood there for almost a...
My name is Michael, and I had just turned 19 years old in the spring of 1985. I was an average height young guy standing slim around 5'8'' tall and tipped the scales at a lean 175 pounds of trim physique. I was frequently told that I was an attractive young man who resembled the younger version of the county western singer Clint Black. I guess I was a typica...
Oh. Hell. No. I had inconsistently spent the last two days looking through boxes in my garage, boxes in the back of my closet, old duffel bags, and every dark corner that I normally try to avoid. Somehow I just knew that damn box was sitting on its pretty little ass in the attic. Why the attic? Because that's where things go to be forgotten. That is, until m...
Chapter Fifteen -- The Chicken or the Egg The first month or two of living together has brought with it a series of challenges wherein compromise, patience, humor and understanding for both Adam and I have been tested at times to the limit. Adam has been used to being on his own for more than five years and I know there have been times when I have frustrate...
Author's Note: Bourbon Street might look a little different now than when I last visited New Orleans and lived elements of this story out as an undergrad, but the two gay bars I spent the night crossing between are apparently still there. Almost all of the action will be in the second chapter. Dakota felt his relationship with Trent fraying more with every...
This is a fictional story about a young adult who joins a Master's Swim team full of older men. ***** THE SWIM TEAM, PART VII -- FIRST DAY ON THE JOB Dennis rolled over and found himself lying in a large, wet spot. Half asleep, he ran his hand down the length of his body until he got to his belly, which was also covered in the liquid. His fully erect cock...
A/N: Three years later. Wow. Your comments have caused me to fall back into this story. No excuses here; let's get on with it! _________ "I didn't ruin the barbeque, did I?" "No," Grayson chuckles. I hear beeping on his end of the line. "I just wish I were there before things got out of hand." I haven't moved from my bed since I woke up two hours ago. A...
Standard disclaimer: this story is a very over the top work of fantasy, and it contains extreme humiliation, blackmail, and unsafe, non-consensual sex practices. If that's not your thing, please don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy! - This strange new state of affairs continued. Everyday I would report to the gym, strip to my jockstrap, and Cliff, my self-appoi...
This is a book-length work, so not every chapter will involve sex. If you're just looking for a quick wank, this probably isn't your story. Thanks for reading! ===== Fuck, I was bored. I had attended one of the most prestigious journalism schools on Earth, nurturing big dreams of covering stories that mattered, making a difference in our solar system a...