Damien I was already in love with Elijah by the time I saved him from a rapist thug, but I hadn't really admitted it to myself. I first noticed him when I was manning a merchandise stall at No Way Out -- the big venue hired for hardcore punk gigs where both straight-edgers and skins can come, kids from either side of the bridge and the two different scenes...
Disclaimer: This story is fictional. The characters are entirely fictitious and are not based on anyone who has or is still living. Any resemblances to any person or persons who are alive or dead are completely coincidental. All characters depicted in this story are above 18 years of age. The following contains some explicit scenes of male/male sex and a...
Author's Note: This is the final installment of Spill the Milk. There is a tiny bit of formatting that worked well when I wrote it but may not come across perfectly on your screen. I won't know until it posts. If it works, fantastic. If not, please forgive me. It should make sense even if it doesn't display correctly. As always, many thanks to my beta/edito...
'MORE FROM THE LEGEND OF THE HOUSE OF SHAME' To counter the fear I find myself thinking regretfully of Ian. Wondering, what if I've offended him? Would it really have hurt so much to have indulged him, just a little? And there's the teasing element of sneaking curiosity as I lie there, still tensed, toying with myself. Bluntly I find myself wondering how bi...
Damien was gone when Jimmy and I left the studio. I had almost finished editing the songs we had recorded and some of them actually sounded a lot better. I decided that there was no point in working on new demos anymore so my stay in New York was drawing to a close. It was after six and since we had been inside the studio for the past four hours, we went to...
I made my way home, with my mind reeling knowing Matt had discovered my spying on him with my secretary Allison. I reviewed the texts and could not stop thinking about the picture of his hard cock. The meaning seemed pretty straight forward, "YOUR TURN! IT'S GONNA TASTE SO GOOD!" Did he really think he would black mail me into sucking his cock? Why, when he...
Chapter One Rob returned to our firm in 1998, 2 years after I had started. I say "returned" because Rob had previously been with us, but left in 1994 to be part of a small plaintiff's firm. When that firm disintegrated, Rob returned "home." I had heard about him, but I had never met him. I was introduced to Rob in the hallway on his first day back. 6 foot...
This one takes a while to build so be patient with it and it will reward you in the end. A special thank you to Bill who looked it over and checked that all was well "Ah, Andy, come on in," Trev, my team leader said when I knocked on the open door of his office. I went on in and sat in the chair next to his desk. "I wanted to speak to you away from the othe...
We sat on his couch, Tony was drinking beer; he had given me a glass of chardonnay. The night before he taught me how to play backgammon, and tonight I was winning every game. Beginners luck, he grumbled. Tony lives down the hall from me in the same apartment complex. We'd passed each other from time-to-time and our conversations became more frequent. We we...
The first time I saw Lester Hodges, the Midwest shopping mall developer and owner, was at the blood fights in Kampala, Uganda, in early November. He had invited his lawyer, Art Brandeis, out to attend the fights, and Art, one of my regular clients, had brought me along. Hodges was an ugly bear of a man, over six and a half feet tall, heavy to the point of o...