It had been a miserable morning that had steadily progressed into a wretched evening. Tate was already sporting a blooming bruise on his cheek where he had been violently struck down. He had since pressed himself in a far corner of the room and was desperately trying to remain unnoticed. He had hoped the princling would drink himself into unconsciousness, bu...
++ Noah & Navid go to Texas ++ "I hate this. I need to be home and deep inside you, kissing every little inch of the beautiful boy who holds my heart." Navid texted me as we were seated around a large table at a fancy restaurant high above the valley. It was a dinner for some group of investors Navid had helped with a new office building. They were impress...
I watched Navid's new car pull up into the driveway and disappear into the garage below our townhouse. My heart pounded as I paced around the living room looking for a speck of dirt, a misplaced item. I'd worked all day on making sure our place looked perfect. I was so worried about messing this up. His parents were everything to him and this was the first t...
"What is an Acute Myocardial Infarction?" the professor had a smile upon his handsome face as he taught. He obviously loved what he was doing. "A heart attack," Michael said from the row near the back. "Correct..." the professor spun into a lengthy lecture about how Doctor's use jargon in hospitals and how they really needed to use common terms. The bell r...
Note: Here is the final (and corrected) chapter to Micah and Simon's story. I have to say, I had a lot of difficulty ending this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter and will let me know what you think. For those of you who have read it before, I have added 2 paragraphs at the end, and added to one of Simon's statements a bit before where I've added the para...
Chapter 2: Live to Love Another Day Diego gazed with eyes that glittered liked black diamonds at the beauty between whose thighs he lay. Lowering his head he steered a course of open-mouthed kisses down each side of the irresistible throat. Soft moans were a symphony of pleasure that spilt from ruby-red, kiss-swollen lips. The lithe body writhed delightfull...
"Well... the end has come at last. It's taken me a little over a year to write this story and I'd like to say a big thank you to all the kind people who have read A Boy Who... in its entirety (some of you, amazingly, more than once!) You've been very patient with me, and I'm so grateful for all the wonderful comments and e-mails you've sent. It just makes me...
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Kenton stood on the terrace of the rental vacation villa and watched Georgiou enter the taxi on the street down the steep incline at the base of the complex. The bullet-headed bald, yet otherwise hirsute, Greek with the physique of a wrestler didn't turn to wave back. He just folded himself in the taxi and was gone from Kenton's life. Kenton hadn't really e...
I am fairly certain my father knew there was more to my being apprenticed to the Dutch munitions broker Fons Hertzog when I arrived in Cape Town from London then learning a merchant's trade. He was being protective of me, I'm sure, the Great War having broken out the previous summer in Europe with the assassination of the archduke. With the war only enlargi...