Dom and Sandro Pt 01 [This story continues the saga of three gay couples, David and Jon Singleton-Scarborough, Tom Appleton and Luke Singleton-Scarborough, and Dom Overton and Sandro Mascagnoli. All the characters in the story are imaginary, although some of the main characters are models of the sort of person that I would like to be. Some places and inst...
Chapter 1 It all started on an unusually balmy autumn Chicago day near the Buckingham fountain replica in Grant park. Jeff was polishing off the final greasy bites of a Vie-enna chili cheese polish sausage, hurrying because he had only seven minutes remaining of his stingy half-hour lunch, when a figure sped by on a bike. Merely a flash he barely saw, but...
(Please note: This chapter is technically two chapters combined into one to serve as an ample introduction, so it'll be lengthier and have less sexual content than future chapters.) ~ ~ ~ Coming to the gym early in the morning was the best decision we could have made for ourselves. Sure, it's much quieter and there are less people potentially minding our b...
CHAPTER 14: PULLING THE DEVIL'S TAIL By Sadie Rose Bermingham © 2006 ATONEMENT: Rayne woke up alone, which of late was so unusual that he took his time to assimilate and appreciate the space in which he found himself. He felt groggy and in need of a good long shower but he was not as sore as he dreaded he might have been. The bed was large and clean and...
Hi all! Here is the next installment! Thanks to everyone who sent me kind words over the past several weeks—you guys are great! A little update for those who have ever so kindly expressed their concern: my brother is doing fantastically! Almost done with physical therapy and almost at full recovery of strength in his legs. His husband has been amazing and I...
Readers please note: If you're looking for a lot of hot, steamy, gay sex scenes, this story, especially this part (7) is not for you! Back out now. If you tend to enjoy more emotional and heart touching and loving scenes I hope you enjoy it. As an author, I tend to get wrapped up in my stories, as if I'm there, and I tear up pretty easily. I used about a...
The next week was very busy for both Evan and Craig, and most nights they simply got into bed, exhausted from heat and stress, too tired to do anything but cuddle. On the Friday he was going to leave for Laguna, Evan left very early in the morning, kissing a sleepy Craig goodbye before getting in his cruiser and heading downtown. It was 6:00, and for an h...
[This story is set in England towards the end of the twentieth century, when attitudes to homosexuality were very different to those of today. The ancient English universities were still adjusting to the revolutionary concept of coeducational colleges. Sex between men was only legalized in 1966, and even then the age of consent for gay sex was set at 21. (Th...
This is the state I was in anyway, when I had to get on the plane to come home, not feeling too sad to be doing so, remembering all of this, the whole trip, but those moments of nakedness and sex, at the beach, in the house, the three of us naked and aroused, going to bed together, too tired to sleep, tangled up in each other, laying, sitting, rolling over,...
"Ohhh, yesss...that is sooo nice...your hands are sooo magical," I heard Terry the Towel Boy say to someone. I craned my neck to peer between two bodies and saw Willie Mumphrey, an aide to Congressman Hecker, showing one of his drawings to Terry. The Congressman himself immediately joked, "Yes, and his hands sketch very well, too!" I had seen those drawin...