Close Your Eyes and I'll Kiss You... I woke from a horrible dream. Or was this the dream? The room scored my eyes-- hot bright pin pricks bounced off the stark white walls, stabbing through my eyelids. The light cast a long shadow, swabbing my brain. My eyes refused to focus; my arms refused to move. I couldn't turn my head. Every breath burned. I coul...
Dear Readers, Everything is going according to plan. -Steve For a minute, I couldn't help but stare at him. Shock washed over me, intermixed with hurt, as if a needle full of misery had been injected into my veins. Whatever had been built last night was beginning to crumble all around us. It was like watching the 1871 burning of Chicago and being power...
"Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies." Sorry about the delay, and what a delay it was! I would go into the reasons, but nobody really wants to hear excuses. So, please, enjoy this story, the ending to what I had only intended to be a one chapter delight and turned into a five chapter epic. Thank you for all of your support. You have no idea what...
Heaven on Earth: Chapter 5 There You Are I woke up the next morning fairly early. I had to shower and get out to Brooklyn by 10. My arm was still around Brian’s waist when I woke up. I listened to the gentle sounds of his breathing until my alarm clock went off and I had to let go of him to turn it off. I thought for sure that my movement and the noise woul...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...
I watched in silence as Andrew disappeared down the hall, leaving me confused as to what the hell just happened. I thought it was a crazy coincidence that he was standing before me, but apparently he interpreted it as a joke I was playing on him? That doesn't even make any sense. I tried to stifle the annoyance that was building up inside me and slammed the...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Kyle Parker vs. Aaron Hunter Dedicated to lovekinkysex and Anon...for allowing me to pop your (commenting) cherries. Despair! *** "Aaron?" Peggy Hunter called out her son's name. The house seemed awfully quiet. Maybe Aaron was sleeping. She'd been gone for about two hours, hoping Kyle and Aaron had sorted out...
Chris "Did you like the movie," Julian asked as I locked the door behind us. He had chosen the movie that night - a documentary on waste dumping in some river or other; in any case, not exactly my idea of a thrilling cinematic experience. I spent most of it stuffing popcorn in my face and watching Julian's somehow entranced expression trained on the movie...
Garrett's a good lucking, straight, white lawyer whose life is about to change when new neighbors in his cul-de-sac force him to accept a new lifestyle. Please note, this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or any real locations is purely coincidental. This story is for audiences 18+ (or whatever the minimum legal age in y...
Wednesday came, and the other two guys and I decided to give Carl the day off given that the airport he needed to get to was at least a two hour drive one way and Mary's flight was arriving at noon. The motivation behind the other two biologists in letting Carl go was not really that altruistic in that both had plans on getting home to their wives as early a...