Randy and Kent say good-bye after a great weekend. This chapter is mostly story. I hope you enjoy. Helpful, even negative, comments are not only welcomed but craved. Thanks as always to LarryInSeattle for trying to keep me in hand. ======= I'm rapidly cycling between happy and bummed. I'm happy because Kent is pressed against my back, morning wood nestle...
[This story continues 'Luke's early years.' All persons and institutions in the story are fictitious. Some places are real, others are fictitious.] Chapter 13 Buckingham College, Camford As I stood there on the pavement in Buckingham Street, looking at the golden-yellow stonework of the seventeenth-century frontage of the college, beautiful in the October...
Thank you to everyone for reading, voting and commenting. Your emails and votes have meant a great deal to me over this almost 2 year period. I am truly grateful for the time you devoted to reading my work. I have no editor or betas so I ask your forgiveness with my mistakes. All comments are welcome. This is a copyrighted work of fiction by the author see...
This is my contribution to the 2018 HALLOWEEN CONTEST. It is not a sex story. For those looking for detailed descriptions of strong, muscled bodies, or hot, steamy sex scenes, try the next one on the list; you won't find it here. As always I like to know how the story is received. Comments are very much appreciated (even critical ones; insulting ones not so...
I always hated stereotypes. At least, that was my excuse for resenting anyone who assumed I was gay. A guy can be fabulous and into clothes and still be attracted to the opposite sex. And I have been attracted to girls as far back as I can remember--that's no bullshit. Girls love a guy they can go shopping with. "Metrosexual" was what they called me, and I w...
Thank you all for all your encouragement! UK Student, I hope you nailed your test, this chapter is dedicated to you and all the students with exams! Again, I cannot thank LaRascasse for helping me with grammar and Oldnakeddad for really polishing these stories and making them shine! Miracle workers. (All characters are over 18 and this is a work of fiction...
Three weeks into our relationship, Buddy and I were nearly inseparable. We hadn't spent a single night apart, and had taken to storing overnight things in our cars so we could keep it spontaneous. For the past week I'd been staying in his bedroom every night, as my shithole apartment building had developed a particularly bad pest problem, and between that an...
The pain was fighting with the pleasure; the fear with the exhilaration. The struggle for the dominant sensation was sending my adrenaline through the roof. God, I was skipping along the top of the clouds. Shit, I was skimming the searing flames of hell. Pain, pleasure. Pleasure, pain. Right there on the edge. Would he love me or kill me? Would he fulfill my...
When I first got out of prison, twilight was my favorite time of day. Sitting in that little nook behind Ty's house at sunset was like heaven on Earth. The way the sun painted the sky with streaks of pinks and oranges before it disappeared behind the horizon, I thought my life couldn't get much better than that moment. That was until I started waking up next...
"Lincoln, are you listening?" Khalid squeezed my shoulder, but I didn't turn back towards him. "Debate class, Arabic, Stay behind you! got it," I mumbled and Khalid said something else. It was there, across the courtyard where we were eating lunch on a rare not-killer-heat day. Behind a wall of glass windows I watched him twist and stretch into impossible...