The horror I feel is indescribable. The words ooze from him like pestilent slugs; dripping from lips that are cracked and broken. Each one is more deadly than the last, telling a story of pain and depravation so deep and so painful that I can hardly bear to hear it. But I must. If it is so hard to hear how much more difficult must it have been to live? I gr...
Chapter Ten - Good Man, Bad Boy "Why do I have to take him with me?" Ruslan protested. Douglas looked at him, frowning. "Nigel has come a long way to spend some time with us." "You mean with me." Ruslan pointed at himself. "Seriously, papa, the guy is such a bore. And I have some stuff to do later." "With Johnny? No one says that you can't do as you plea...
This is an entry to the 2017 Winter Holidays Contest. A while back, I was asked to write a story centring on "a big hairy front row lust triangle 😉 #bellypower #niche." If you don't follow rugby, the front row are the loosehead prop (with "1" on his shirt), the hooker ("2", between the props) and the tighthead prop ("3"), and are known for being the powerho...
This is the fourth installment in my fantasy story about Robert and Patrick. In the first installment I explained that elements of the fantasy are true. What the reader should do is read the earlier segments to understand how and why each installment builds. The author retains all copyrights associated with this writing and those that preceded this. * Par...
(Authors Note: This is the 10th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03, Ch04,05 Scott Ch01.) Michael's apartment was not truly an apartment it was more along the lines of a mission statement about the man himself. He tried to play it all down by telling me not to be impressed by it...
Chapter One: Mission Ritual The only sound in the dimming summer evening light inside the airplane hangar was his grunting and her moans and sighing. She was perched on her ass on the worn wooden desk off to the side of the two P-47 Thunderbolt fighter-bombers taking up most of the room in the hangar. A lightbulb hanging on a chain above the desk swayed bac...
The middle-aged man in the suit was crowding me at the bar at Harvey's in New York's Chelsea district and talking dirty to me. I was smiling and nodding, but my eyes kept drifting over to the table, where a guy a bit younger and far better looking and built was giving me the eye. If he'd just been a bit more definite in his signaling, I'd have broken away fr...
Chapter 1 The ad was for a studio apartment on Lincoln in Venice Beach. Even a studio was expensive, especially close to the beach, but Dean really wanted the place. It was close to work, and he could work out with muscle dudes on the boardwalk. It was perfect, but it was out of his price range. He had to make it work. Maybe he could find a roommate, alth...
Note to readers: We're just going to take a second here and thank Stella_Omega for her invaluable assistance in clearing the trees of undergrowth so that we could see the right path through the forest of possibilities. She truly is a valuable friend to have on your side. We'd also like to thank adetaildiva for her assistance in getting these last four chapte...
This story follows on from Tommy's First Year at College, which should be read first. There is a key to the identities of the characters on my Biography page. Click on my name, then on the Biography tab, and then scroll down to the bottom. If you like the story or would like to make comments, please do so. ***** Chapter 41 Martin and Tommy's Second Martin...