This story is entirely fiction—no superstar was compromised writing it. The story has a copyright and can not be used without written consent. My special thanks to "Isle of Joy" for his superb editing of my story. * Synopsis: Zack McGraw had been a hot prospect—golden boy for San Diego/Blazers. An injury forced management to rethink his contract—it was th...
Copyright 2007 by the author. * When my cell phone finally rang about 4 o'clock I almost dropped it in my haste to answer. I finally got the right button pressed, and heard his voice for the first time in five years. "Mike?" Ethan said. "How are you doing, buddy?" I had to swallow hard before I could talk. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure he coul...
The café was warm, filled with low chatter and the pungent scent of roasting coffee. A jazz band sent its smooth sound over the vast expanse of crowded tables. Seated by the window, Hyuga bent his head over his sketch book, silently absorbed in the task of laying out the scene around him. His pencil glided across the page; he glanced around frequently to tak...
I had to move out of my home of the last ten years when the man I loved told me he didn't love me anymore. I had expected us to one day marry. Instead of asking for my hand in marriage, he asked me to move out. No explanation why, just that he no longer loved me. Heart broke and wounded, I did. I took my dignity and what meager belongings I had and moved in...
As it turns out, it hadn't been all that hard to persuade Clay to drive them to Lake Norman, offering gas money and to pay for the first round of six packs upon arrival. Of course, it meant they were on the road before seven the next morning, and getting up had been... hell. After dinner the night before, Asher had ridden James chest hard, leaving him with...
I got in the passenger side of Roger's car and extended my hand. We shook hands in greeting. "Good to see you, my friend." "Good to see you, Rog." We'd been friends thirty years, through high school and college, through family events to family tragedies. Our wives were friends. We attended the same weddings and funerals. Rog and I even worked together at...
Having only cum the once on Tuesday with Hunter, I was raring to go on Wednesday, unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for my jocks. I sent all of them test papers hoping to deliberately low score them so that I had a reason to fuck them all again. However, it was football night and the seniors had a game of touch football with the freshers. While it w...
All participants are over 18. ***** It had been a week since I woke up with 'CUMSLUT' tattooed in bold red and black letters across my forehead. Those seven days had been filled with more hot, dirty sex than I would ever have imagined possible. I had lost count of the times I'd been taken. The vagrant, the grocery clerk and the butcher, the tattooist I con...
Doug Butler sat at the far end of the hotel's sundeck, enjoying the late morning Fort Lauderdale sun, his closest fellow guest a half dozen tables away. A cold drink in his hand and the vast expanse of the beach and the ocean beyond his only companion. A cool breeze off the Atlantic heralded another day of mild seventy-degree temperatures, far removed from h...
Author's Note: This is the origin story of how I got into the world of Arab/Persian men. It's what inspired my other stories. +++ +{Noah's Starship}+ -+-[June]-+- "Noah Kinney?" the professor called as I was fumbling to open the stiff pages of the English textbook. "Here..." I started to say and raise my hand My elbow nudged the book just enough to pus...