Neville sat alone on the front steps, well mostly alone. Bruiser, the alpha of the pack lounged beside him, his massive head in Neville's lap. In the two weeks since he'd moved in the big bull mastiff/Rottweiler mix had become his near constant companion around the house. Tyler said they were kindred spirits. "Misunderstood and too big for your own good the...
As Rob slogged through an icy squall in the dark on the way back to his dorm from the college library, where he'd been finishing his term paper on The Muffled Queer Voices of Colonial America, he took the opportunity to utter some choice words under his breath as well. "It's fucking cold!" A popular turn of phrase, notably among his teammates in JV football,...
I woke up the next morning feeling inexplicably sad. My sleep-clouded brain couldn't comprehend this feeling of impending doom and then I remembered. I kissed Bryson. A sentence that should be said with excitement, except he had ruined it by hiding behind his supposed heterosexuality. Here's a hint, Bryson: Straight guys don't kiss other guys that intimately...
All usual disclaimers apply. Thank you everyone for the kind comments you have sent regarding the Novak series. This will be the third and final installment of the Novak series. I have had an awesome time writing about Jason and Novak and I hope you continue to have fun reading about them. **Spoiler Alert** I have gotten a lot of requests for Novak to penet...
I couldn't be faulted for doing my best to fight off the depression from these urges that had clutched at me since high school. My parents, bless them, had done what they could to help me—my dad, especially, by guiding me through various sports programs, giving his all to the effort to give me the All-American sports hero life—using up all my time so I didn'...
Author's Note: This is a sequel to the previously published stories "One Day at a Time" and "To Love Again - Al." +++++ One thing I had learned is that given the option, Los Angeles is not where I would choose to live. I was born near Omaha, Nebraska, and lived there until my mom and I relocated to Philadelphia when I was eight. I'd moved to LA relativel...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Lincoln lays awake and stares at a mosquito which has been quietly hanging upside down in the middle of his ceiling for a couple of days. It's not what he's looking at, however, that keeps him awake. It's the soft squeaking of his brother's bed in the room next to him. It's unmist...
a/n: In my opinion, if you're looking for something quickly jerk off to, then [like I said, IN MY OPINION] this story may not be for you. Some parts have a lot of talking, and some don't. Also, the story and characters are 18 and above, and bear no resemblance to any real life people and if any, is just pure coincidence. So ya, enjoy. # Hi. The name's...
At the time I couldn't help thinking that everyone who saw me after my impromptu visit to the adult bookstore KNEW. They knew what naughty things I had done on my business trip to Philadelphia. They could tell, simply from my demeanor, that I had visited the dark, dingy booths in the rear and their x-rated peep shows. That I had played with myself while wa...
CHAPTER NINE: Hopkins & Mrs. Hopkins Tommy awoke. He was in a strange place. His body ached. His eyes burned. And yet, his head was on a pillow, a blanket covered him. As his senses cleared, he realized he was lying on the floor of a room he recognized. It was the flat he had visited with Bunny. His heart sank with the realization that the nightmare that ha...