This is a prequel story to "Silas's Choice" ***** Carlos was finishing his set on the drums when he saw his two minders move toward the gambling floor of the Toscana. He took advantage of that to lay his sticks aside and hop off the platform at one end of the club's floorshow room. Looking as nonchalant as he could, he sauntered back to the murky corner wh...
*All names have been changed to protect the innocent, namely me. * "What?" Oh no. Busted. "Huh?" I cried innocently. "Well, googly-eyes, you've only been staring at me for the past fifteen minutes." Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I broke our eye contact. It was too much for me to handle. "I- I don't know what you're talking about," I denied a...
I don't know how long it took for me to separate out the buzzing of bombs being dropped from a combat plane in my dreams from someone leaning on my door buzzer in the middle of the night. It didn't help that the buzzing stopped when I was awake enough to think about where it was coming from and that it started again as I dozed off. When I decided it wasn't...
As hard as I had tried not to I must have fell asleep eventually, because all of a sudden I found myself getting of the bed to accept the tray of breakfast that was being pushed through the hatch. I took the tray, went back to the bed and stared at the food before me. A couple of pieces of lukewarm toast, a bowl of soggy cornflakes and a warm mug of coffee...
Author's note: This is erotic fantasy and completely fictional. The main character, Jack, is a fictional, generic social media star / influencer, and is not a real person. As always, would love to get feedback in comments and messages. ***** For Jack, moving back to his hometown was risky, but something he really wanted to make work. He'd spent years build...
It was my 38th birthday and I was really excited to have a few hours of "me time" at my friend Randy's. Randy was about 15 years my senior. He was my type to a T. Older, wiser, richer, and married. I've had a thing for older men ever since I started fooling around with guys on the down low. That's right. I'm "straight". I've only dated women and I am married...
All participants are over 18. ***** It was the summer of 1989, and I had just turned 19: legal drinking age in my part of the world. Tim Burton's Batman destroyed the competition in movie theatres. Roseanne and Cheers were the biggest shows on TV. Radio was still a popular medium, and Madonna and Prince ruled the airwaves. The internet and cellphones as we...
{Author's Note: I intended this to be a single story, but decided to add a second part, as a conclusion of the evening. Which is why they are both short.} * I saw the ad a few times before. "Curious?" Then simply "M/M" and an email address. For once, I decided to respond since I was most definitely "curious." A simple word, "Yes," and a little-used email a...
“Evan Thomas Alexander! What are you doing?” Shit. Shit. SHIT. My mother had come into my bedroom while Brian and I were in bed together. I had to think of something. Fast! “Mom, I-I can explain this!” Yes, that was brilliant. I don’t think she heard me. She kept shouting and screaming. “You’re in bed with a man! My God in Heaven! Why, Evan, why!?” Bria...
After leaving Dave's apartment that day, I was like a zombie. I did everything in my power to forget what had just happened. I went by the library and buried myself in books, but still my thoughts were constantly drawn back to the feeling of Dave's hands on my body. I hid away in the library for most of the day. I had assumed that if he really wanted to come...