The Adventures Of Urlen – Chapter 14 "Is that..er.. Urlen?" "Yes." "Funny name." "Yes." " This is Chris. Jeff said I should phone you." "Yes." (I was becoming as monosyllabic as Chris, but I wanted him to make the running.) "He said we should meet." "Yes." "Meet me in the shop, then. Come to the kitchen exhibition centre at 11.00 o'clock tomorrow. I...
Book III. David's third year at college [Books I and II should be read first. Those readers who are familiar with gay history will be aware that the era in which this story takes place was one in which the dangers of AIDS had not been realized. So you will realize that we were rather farseeing in our use of condoms. In fact to some extent, our use of condom...
[Note: This story is an expansion and development of a story I came across a very long time ago on the web. I do not know the name/pseudonym of that author, but I want to acknowledge his or her role. That version of the story was very short and, IMHO, underdeveloped, but the basic idea stuck with me and planted the seed for this expanded version. -- Cyanlot]...
The cook had fed us with steak and cleaned up and left, leaving the two of us alone. My host put some soft music on and lit the fire. The wine had been excellent and I was feeling it in my head. The white bear-skin rug in front of the fire looked so inviting, and I wanted my head to stop spinning, so I laid down on that on my belly, facing the fire, staring...
Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings – right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into electr...
Afternoon – four-nineteen pm, and it's tar-melting sultry-hot. Hitch-hiking down through France, the Loire valley, medieval hill-top towns, and beyond. My nineteenth summer, in distressed jeans, faded T-shirt and backpack, dark shoulder-length hair and shades, as much for cool as the bullying solar glare. After a chain of short-term and unsatisfactory thumb-...
It was another time for sex and the internet. Cams weren't on every computer yet, and it wasn't necessarily a thing in chatrooms. It took a long time for even a picture to load, so imagination was key. People talked in sexually charged chatrooms, some using present-tense narrative structures to play-act sex (it was called "cybering"), and some just talked to...
CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Thor and Stephen Thor seemed uncharacteristically quiet one night. No real conversation over dinner and a cursory goodbye when he returned to the gym for a few hours. Even when he returned, he barely spoke before getting into bed. Once in bed, Tommy felt a distance from Thor, his touch returned with little attention. "Something troubling y...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I sat in my parents' living room, waiting for Dad to finish getting ready for dinner at the Fountain Rock. On the way home, Dad said it was a date. I couldn't stop my head from spinning. All of this seemed to be a bit too easy. Or, was I over thinking things? Just last night, Dad...
As the final work hour ended, Ronald overlooked almost everything that happened today and anticipated a more enthusiastic attitude for the rest of the evening. He couldn't wait to spend the night with his best friend. The twenty-seven-year-old man left his workplace, situated near Staples Center, and waited for Justin at the parking lot. He stayed in his car...