Stopping to adjust his bulky backpack, Ryder took a deep breath. The air was crisp and fresh, the day sunny and a pleasant temperature. He smiled as he took in the view around him. The forest was losing its leaves as autumn headed inexorably to winter. Over to his left, obscured temporarily, were the mountain ranges. As beautiful as they were, they were not...
He had become obsessed with me. The party was large and boisterous, and our eyes met across the room and he gave me a brilliant smile. A short time later, he sat down beside me with people swirling all around us and put his hand on my thigh and gave me that brilliant smile again. I tipped my glass to show I needed a refill and glided away from him, not wanti...
The couch was lived-in. I like that about furniture-- one more thing I had in common with Hec, I presumed. We fidgeted our feet, scratched our crotches and chewed our lips. I took the lone candy cane from the box that sat between us and looked into Hec's eyes. Pete watched us both. Char had insisted we bring him down to watch us finish decorating the tree. I...
This is a follow on from the original 'Games Boys Play'. It is a work of fiction. The minutes passed and yes, I found out who the spectator had been. It was of course Rob the janitor. It made sense when I thought of it because where else would David had got the key to the boiler room. Rob came out from the shadows and joined the three of us. "Good show, b...
Stewie stood in the kitchen, checking first the contents of kitchen shelves and then the fridge and freezer. As he straightened to stand upright, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist to hold him to a broad, powerful chest. "Thanks, love," Jaze's voice husked in his ear. "No need for thanks, Jaze," Stewie assured leaning trustingly into the bigger...
As soon as he opened the door, he knew he was in trouble. Blond-haired Joseph stood just a few feet in front of a man that he clearly recognized as his lover's husband. Thirty-three-year-old Damian was a towering African-American man with long dreadlocks and well-built arms. Upon close inspection, he seemed like the kind of guy that numerous women would be s...
Every year since I was a kid, my Mom packed me two weeks worth of clean underwear and sent me down south to spend the summer with my cousin, Neil McCallahan. He lived in a bright yellow trailer elevated by four cinder blocks, with a trashbag stretched taut behind a broken window and a chipped bird bath on the front lawn. My own place back in the city was ten...
After my wife died the house was so empty. Most of the time it was okay. I went to work and didn't think about it. I ate dinner out, came home and watched TV until late. But there was no one to share my bed at night, and the weekends were long and lonely. In a way it was good, because I started being more friendly to people, just to have someone to talk t...
Another night of his wife's avoidance left James passed out drunk on the living room couch with the television news channel playing repeats of the prime time broadcast. He tried his best not to think about What's-His-Name, with those piercing dark eyes staring straight into every insecurity he had spent his adult life hiding behind a blur of drugs and alcoho...
This is a true story featuring the history of my love for cock and meeting the man who is becoming my Master. *** I'm on my way to see Paul again. It's only a ten minute drive from my house, but the blocks go by slowly, the cars ahead of me don't seem to know what the speed limit is...inside my stomach is aflutter with the expectation of once again being a...