The aroma of roasted coffee beans is a delectable smell, one that conjures images and memories. It takes me back to my childhood, when my father would get up in the morning and make a pot before waking us children. It wafted into every room in the house, lingered well after the pot was done, and after we came home from school it would permeate from the wood...
It was summer and that meant that school was out and I needed a job to pay for the next bout of tuition in the fall. An advisor recommended that I work in construction as those sorts of gigs tended to pick up in the summer and would help me get a different perspective on my major. I thought why not? I sure would love to build some muscle and return fall seme...
The glasses clanged as everyone in the party began to cheer for the couple. Mike and Kyle were together since college and now were beginning to take that big step in to marriage once and for all. They were two men that could not be more different in pairing. Mike was more of a thinner and regal man who preferred business attire, while Mike was often rugged...
I was smiling to myself and daydreaming about Carter when I heard the honk from his SUV. It was finally 11:00 on Saturday, the time Carter and I had decided to meet. I said bye to my parents and went out the door and down the steps. I walked to his car, trying not to be my nervous and awkward self. I got in and said hey, and he said hey back as we backed d...
1 I never expected to end up in this position. Cold, alone, desperate, I huddle beneath the overpass and try not to think of the things my parents had said no more than three hours beforehand. You're gay? they'd asked, then repeated it by saying, You're GAY? I'd wanted it all out in the open, so I could finally stop hiding from not only myself, but the...
Danny lived in the apartments opposite when we first moved to northern France, with his mother and a dog. He was a small but cute kid, always wearing improbably large glasses and an improbably large maroon jacket and his hair sported an improbably large quiff. He rode around on a bike too small for even him unless his mates came calling in a black BMW. I gue...
I woke up with a start. Thanks God, it was just a dream! Just a dream... Just an harmless dream, it's not like tomorrow I will meet that gorgeous Apollo who hopefully will "claim me". Not that I want that! Ok, I admit it, I like the idea of someone taking me, "claiming me", and I want someone to fuck me senseless, hell, spank me, tie me, I don't care as long...
2. Roger sat down at the edge of my bed, looking embarrassed but relieved. "I am a Son of Arcas." Arcas, Arcas...it took a while for the little rabbit in my brain to come up with the reference. A son of Callisto, he mistakenly killed his mother when she got changed into a bear by a jealous Hera. Zeus placed them both in the sky as Ursa Major and Ursa Minor...
"I know why you did it." Ray stared out of the bedroom window, watching the sun slowly disappear behind the distant hills. A gentle breeze lapped at the curtains and caressed his face soothingly. It was a perfect evening. "I knew you would come," he replied. He reached for his walking stick and slowly turned to his companion. "I've missed you. Welcome home...
It may be beneficial to read my other stories to have a full understanding of this newest submission. I'm not really sure how I got myself into what many would consider a real jam, but I did. If you continue to read on you will understand why I'm nervous whenever my cell phone rings. Even though I'm secretly in heat when and getting more hard with each ring...