* Daniel * Fortunately, Jeff's home wasn't very far away, or I don't think we would have ever made it. He couldn't seem to keep his eyes away from me and on the road. If he had been pulled over for any of his numerous traffic violations—the list included driving fifteen miles per hour over the posted limit, running multiple stop signs, and nearly sideswipin...
8===> Growing closer and yet further apart It was quickly obvious to me as I draped the tassel from my graduation cap over the rear view mirror in my old pick up, that I just knew Derek had probably done the same thing already in his Camaro. It wasn't like we were so connected that we could finish each other's sentences or anything...just that that was wh...
Glory holes remain a late discovered treat - in a way, this is good, otherwise I would likely have spent too much time when younger getting off this way - not to mention the time thinking about getting off. As it is, a couple of months between visits seems to be a reasonable rhythm. And as with most things, making a connection to get off is never going to wo...
You see, it's like this, and that's all. Dusk and twilight are cousins who touch fingers over evening. The time between them is voluptuous and welcoming like a cradle, the hammock between two poles of illumination. We can do anything in that time, without analyzing the why of it- for the world feels like a warm pearl in our palm. Evening rolls dulcet betw...
I was visiting Brisbane for a few days and staying near Fortitude Valley, the night-life filled part of town. I wasn't after the night-life, but I had found what looked like a really good gym there to work out in, as I was being very serious at the time. The equipment really was good, but when I arrived to work out, it was very, very busy. This was a bit an...
You have to be careful how you answer some questions or at least make sure you understand what is being asked. The question in my case was answered based on the knowledge of an eighteen year old kid; not knowing what was really implied or how it would change my perception of sex. The question has also brought about many of the stories that I write -- many of...
Inside the safety of a tiny dorm room on the campus of a small liberal arts college in central Maine, two freshmen boys were at it again. It was the night before Thanksgiving break, when everyone on campus would head home for a week of rest and relaxation before the frantic last push of the semester commenced, and Aidan Simmons and Logan Temple were in the m...
Bottom-Slayer: 1st Bottom Slain Summary: A black stud learns white boys are great bottoms. Note: A special thanks goes to Estragon for editing my work and for providing assistance in a crucial scene in the story. Note 2: Of course, all participants are 18 years old! * BOTTOM-SLAYER: 1st Bottom Slain PROLOGUE: Now let's get something straight (pardon...
Fritz and Clint Folsom were sitting on a banquette, teasing each other through the folds and openings of their clothes in the dimly lit club and listening to the fat lady sing. This wasn't the Cologne leather club, Chains, where Fritz was the bouncer, though. As a reward for saving him twice from being fucked to death during that Rhine River cruise, Folsom h...
Inspired by a fan of my writing, whose heartfelt messages to me about a lost love pretty much forced me to write this story, a tribute to a very special friendship that went from being 18 and naive until just recently. I hope I did it justice. *** When I emerged from the bathroom, my best friend was on his back in bed, naked except for his underwear, and...