[This is a completed five-chapter novella that will post by the end of first week in August 2019; this is a fantasy parallel take on Richard the Lionhearted's conquest of the island of Cyprus in 1191 to rescue his shipwrecked and captured wife, Berengaria.] It has never ceased to amaze me that they never see us and yet we know all. The nobility live their l...
It had been nearly a week since the accident at work. Nearly a week since I'd been able to see anything other than vague shadows and almost total darkness. The doctors insisted I'd be fine soon enough. It was a bad chemical burn to the eyes but I was expected to fully recover my sight. Of course, the experience of being blind for a few weeks while I recovere...
Jimmy, Round One Three weeks after my blind date with the delightfully submissive Chris, the teasing waiter from the bar where our blind date had started came back into my life. We were hiring an office assistant, a general gofer, in the office, and there he was among the applicants. His application wasn't among the best, and I certainly didn't know him fro...
Emmett woke up on Gavin's chest, his arms threaded under Gavin's and under the pillow Gavin's head rested on. Emmett kissed the smooth skin that covered Gavin's upper body. "I was wondering when you were going to wake up," Gavin whispered groggily. "It's almost nine." Gavin flipped Emmett over and rolled on top of him, suspending himself on his elbows. He...
The sound of the toilet flushing took my attention away from the soft melody of the music in the background, not quite loud enough for me to recognize the tune, but something for me to try to concentrate on in my nervousness. I had no idea why I had agreed to this, why I was here. It was a studio apartment, but the room was large. There was a living and din...
I leant my hip against the veranda rail and drank my coffee as I gazed out over the green of the mountains and the string of houses nestled in the trees along the shore. All reflected back to me in the silver mirror that was the early-morning lake. When I'd finished my coffee I wandered back inside and into the kitchen. Hank was there, wearing nothing but a...
Two months after my 18th birthday, I got my first apartment; I'd saved up from my job to be able to afford it and my parents had given me some old furniture and things to supply the kitchen (pots and pans, plates and silverware). It was the third day in my apartment when everything changed in my life; the day when my sexuality would be questioned. I love g...
June, 1974, Da Nang Airbase, Vietnam God, he was big; one of the biggest. Shit, he could fuck. Panting, panting, I grabbed the metal legs of the cot on either side in a death grip, my cheek pressed into the rough woolen blanket, my eyes bugging out and my mouth slack and open in a silent scream, as he drove it harder, deeper inside me. Cruel. Rough. Just wh...
Chapter Seven - Stiff, Stiff, Stiffer Carter took the glass of wine from the table with a methodical gesture, brought it to his lips and took a long sip of ... nothing. "Do you want more wine?" Aron asked him. "Just give me the bottle," he mumbled. He needed more than that, but he had to make do with whatever he had at his disposal. So he just drank...
Note: story contains rough sex, dominance, and violent themes. * I've always been the type of man into really feminine boys. I like skinny little twinks who want to be fucked and roughed up by a real man. Nothing makes me harder than a pussyboy begging to ride my hard cock and moaning "Daddy" as I slide in and out of his tight hole. I'm 6'-2", solid muscl...