The sun crept through my curtains as I looked across at my alarm clock for the hundredth time that morning, I hadn't slept much due to nervous excitement for the day ahead. I was finally getting the chance to meet up with Justin; he was 28, 3 years younger than me and more muscular and stocky than my toned slender physique. We had met online and chatted a li...
Gus stood proudly behind the console of the skiff, looking out through his polarized lenses to read the water in front of him. Aaron stood to his left, and Mark was perched in front of them. "Ain't this the life boys?" Gus asked with the breeze blowing through his beard and full body sweater. Before the trip Gus had studied the tide charts, a topographic ma...
Disclaimer: This story is fictional. The characters are entirely fictitious and are not based on anyone who has or is still living. Any resemblances to any person or persons who are alive or dead are completely coincidental. All characters depicted in this story are above 18 years of age. The following contains some explicit scenes of male/male sex and a...
He was selling fish from an old row boat, a big, broad, dark man, with a big smile. He would be about twenty or so and was lazily pouring sea water over the fish in his basket, no, not lazy, just using minimum effort in the heat of the day. The muscles of his sweat sheened body seemed to flow under the skin as his wide shoulders worked. The tapered, hard, to...
Calvin warmed the underbelly of his forearms upon the sun baked bar. Inside a 2018, hot summer's theater; he has wheeled the Key West curtains open for new characters and plots. The bartender brought him his third gold, plastic beer wearing grinding white teeth and an open red Hawaiian shirt. Calvin knew the bartender, Chuck; he owned the bar and a very larg...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No. I do not want an editor. Yes it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yes this is stupid shit, and yes I suck. Ju...
"There, is that better?" Peitr whispered into my ear. "Uhh. Yes, yes. That feels great," I answered, and my words turned into a soft moan. "Yes, I can feel it in your body. You are a lot looser now. You are moving with me more smoothly. Is it because of the release of guilt?" "Yes," I whispered. "This helps erase the guilt. It's as if none of this is some...
Chapter 20: Aftershock "Dammit... God fuck it..." Adam said as he hissed from cutting his thumb with one of the colorful fly-fish hooks. He cursed under his breath as he reached for the Patch-Up kit, and bandaged up his thumb. BAM! BAM! BAM! Came three loud bangs on the door. "What is it??!" Adam yelled out. "Yer behind, fishboy!" Came the voice of the...
Gus woke up first just before sunrise, started a pot of coffee and headed down to the dock to throw a couple lines before his lovers stirred. He still felt confident that he'd be okay fishing naked but threw a pair of shorts over his shoulder just in case. He wanted to make sure they got a whole week in here without offending anyone. Gus snapped a picture of...
Angelo had been so tense through his set at the café this evening, that he was afraid that it could be heard in his voice or in a change in how he coaxed the music out of the strings of his guitar. But those sitting around a smoking and drinking long after the food service had been shut down didn't seem to have reacted any differently than before, with just...