The phone's catcall squirmed its way under the covers. The ringing passed over the hills and valleys of Aurelio's fluffy black comforter and worn green sheets. The sound found the soft corners of his skull and nestled in there, curled around itself like a small dog and settled down for the wait. The phone was so fucking loud, and it hurt like a son of a wh...
Before you read this story, there are a few things you should consider: 1. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between men. In some cases, these depictions may get kinky, and include borderline S&M. 2. It is set in the early 1960s, an era before the Civil Rights Act of 1964 when segregation and discrimination were the norm. African Americans were refer...
Hey guys! Longtime member, first-time publisher! I am already working on part 2 so if you love this which I hope everyone does don't worry part 2 will be finished quickly! I gave myself a deadline of 11/20. Nerves are wrecked publishing this constructive criticism is always welcomed! Thank you! Updated as of 11/07 This was supposed to update on 10/31 I a...
I don't know how long we held each other in that bed. The house quieted. My heart stilled. Our whispers muffled until I fell into a deep sleep wrapped in his arms. My slumber was confused yet untroubled-- laced with two reoccurring dreams: one, a dream I'd had since adolescence where naked men throw pickles at me (big, fat koshers-- not the dainty gherkins...
It was a warm early Spring day. It was Monday. School out in two weeks. He was a teacher. He was fifty today. He taught senior English with one Junior class. He has been teaching since he was 25. He stood at his lectern and looked out at the class. Some here and there looked up from their notebooks and their texts, out the three oblong windows, at the warm s...
:: Michael :: I spent an anxious evening awaiting a phone call that never came. I wasn't surprised when Officer Munroe strode into my store the next morning, but I was surprised to see that he was in jeans and a t-shirt. I could see the definition of his muscles and my mouth started watering. Oh, so what! I thought. So he has nice pecs and a six pack. The...
Gabriel Wes- Dinner. 7 pm. Sunday Kitchen. Don't be late. Oh god, that was hot. Not only did he want to see me, but now he was bossing me around after I had just teased him mercilessly. I had to respond. Gabe- I guess you must've really liked my show if you want to take me out to dinner afterward? I waited in anticipation for another text, my dick s...
:: Robby :: He was going to die. He was going to die and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to save him. I glared across the moonlight-mottled expanse of warehouse space, desperately fighting the trembles of fear that were coursing through my body and causing my .38 to waver from its shadowed target. Nothing in all the years of my police officer training...
Early the next morning, Shane and Declan got ready to go home. It was strange to Declan to think of the seaside town where Shane lived as home, but since he'd made the decision to move there permanently, how else could he think of it? It was much earlier than Declan would have chosen to wake up on his own, but Shane had to be to work by nine thirty at the...
[This is a completed, four-chapter GM novelette of the Old West, which will finish posting by the end of March 2019.] ***** Sitting on a hay bale in the loft of the barn, Jeremiah ran his fingers into the blond curls of Billy's head and forced the young man's mouth down on his hard cock. Billy was on all fours between the older man's spread legs. Jeremiah...