Copyright 2006 by the author. *National Association of Schools of Music. DISCLAIMER: Though the organization and its national conference are real, the characters in this story are fictional. No resemblance to actual persons living or dead is intended. KN It was ten minutes past the posted adjournment time when the president finally banged down the gavel. T...
It was a few days before Len saw Albert again. He'd gone to the club as usual on a couple of evenings and when Albert didn't show he started to get a sinking feeling that a line had been crossed that had damaged their friendship. He had watched the films he'd been lent and they'd had the same affect on him as at Alberts, but it was always the memory of what...
Chapter 2: The Cube The phone rang and I sat there and looked at it through five rings. I recognized the number on the caller ID. I wouldn't answer it. After seven rings it would kick over to the machine. Ring number six. "Hello." "You know who this is. Come to me." "Look, I'm sorry, but . . ." "Come to me now. Shower and clean yourself out. Don't bothe...
(This is my first story. Parts of it are true. If you like it, and you and you want to share your thoughts, stories, fantasies, pics, or more, please send me a message. I'll be waiting for you...) * I should have listened. When I told my friends that I'd been offered a prestigious apprenticeship with Chef Albert, and that I would stay in a room above his...
Albert was the caretaker of the house full of flats where I was living. He was a big, burly, hairy man; not a great intellect or conversationalist, just an ordinary middle-aged working class guy who presumably got his little apartment free or reduced in return for collecting the rent and doing work on the property. I had been having a bad time with depressi...
It had been a busy day. I had just got off work at about 2 a.m. I have two jobs: during the week, I work in construction, and on Friday and Saturday nights, I work as a bartender at my best friend Ted's nightclub downtown from 9:30p.m.-1:30a.m. Since Ted and I have known each other all our lives, he's a little partial to paying me extra ($18.50 an hour—not b...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...
This is a work of pure fiction. All persons and events herein are fictional. Any and all resemblance to actual persons and events is purely coincidental. Persons portrayed are 18 years of age and older. Please comment. - Gene Marshall was in darkness. He had been in darkness since he walked in the dank room. He was quickly blindfolded and pushed roughly on...
I am a bisexual male in my late 50's. Lately, I have been leaning more towards a sexual life as a gay male. I have had my nipples pierced along with having a Prince Albert piercing in my cock. I shave my entire body except for the hair on my head and my eyebrows. I just like the feeling of being smooth. I have visited gay male bathhouses, nude gay male beac...
Readers please note. This story contains both homosexual and incestuous subject matter. ********* Unlike last Saturday night, I was planning on being wide awake when and if my bedroom door opened up and my weekly nocturnal visitor appeared. Last time I had pretty much given up and had just drifted off to sleep, only to awaken when the sheet came down off...