Goddamnit. I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I hear screaming and bombs going off. Instead of sitting on the ratty secondhand couch in my trashy apartment, I'm transported back to Iraq. Back to sleeping curled around my M16. Back to breathing in sand and hot dry air all day long. Back to that day. Before I get into that, I should give you some bac...
Miguel picked up his pace as he finished his last couple of laps around the track before he slowed to a walking pace. There were a few others on the track with him, mostly women but there was a man in high riding shorts and a tank top who was running sprints. Miguel thought about the possibility of pacing this man for sport but with this heat and humidity, e...
Aaron watched as his best friend Charlotte made her way across the bar. She had been drooling over this big black guy for a while and finally had enough courage to ask him to dance. Aaron watched as the couple bumped and grinded against each other. Aaron knew that she'd be getting some sex tonight. Aaron looked around and locked eyes with him. He was standi...
Chapter 4 – Twink on the Dancefloor Now, let's bitch about my dating life. I can pull in all kinds of girls, but can never bring in guys. Or at least the ones I want. If they meet my criteria looks-wise, they turn out to be bottoms. If they are tops, something about them seems sketchy. One time, I gained the unwanted attention of some bears and Preston...
For the record, my name is Matthew. The story I am about to tell is true, though I'm not sure I believe it myself anymore. In the beginning it all seemed so innocent. When John and I first moved in together it was supposed to be a temporary thing. His old roommate bailed on him and I needed a place to live that was closer to where we worked. He was a wareho...
Author's Note: This is part three in the Field Mouse Series. For part one read "Of Sharks and Field Mice" and for part two read "When Field Mice Play". Part two doesn't really need to be read, but part one is recommended. * There was a week left in the one-month deadline extension Bill had gotten on his debt to Venice and the farm wasn't looking any better...
I was early, and my car still smelled like cum, even though I'd left the windows cracked all day. I wasn't too worried about someone breaking into my car while I was at work—they watched the VP spots pretty closely. Then again, those security cameras could be a double-edged sword. I was being watched too, and leaving at four on a Wednesday was not exactly ok...
Chapter Six -- For You, Always Johnny His entire body was thrumming with delight. They were spooning, laying on one side and Johnny was moving in and out of his ass while nuzzling his neck slowly. Ruslan could barely believe it. First thing in the morning and they were like this. Johnny had great stamina and bottomless desire, as it seemed. Ruslan could ge...
I walked slowly up 42nd street toward Time Square. My eyes scanned the crowd, always alert, looking for the muggers and pick pockets that had become common place since the late sixties. The sound of a Marathon Checker Cab was followed by the familiar holler of the cabbie yelling at a drunk pedestrian as he stumbled off the curb and into the slow moving traff...
"You heard?" Roman asked Folsom when he'd unlocked the storage bin behind his closet and stood back as Folsom stumbled out into the light. Squinting his eyes, Folsom said. "Everything." "Oh," was as much as Roman said as he stumbled back and collapsed on the bed. He was holding a tissue to a bleeding nose, and bruises were already beginning to form on his...