It was when I threw a match in the third round of the U.S. Open that I fully realized I was obsessed by him. I wasn't afraid of going up against the young Miguel Herrera—the heartthrob of the tennis world groupies they had nicknamed the Argentine Firecracker. I had beaten him all three times we had met on the pro circuit the last two years. It was because I...
I have been a masseur for four years, providing relaxing and invigorating massages to women of all shapes and sizes. I feel that my clients generally get the treatment they are looking for, whether it is a by-the-book massage or something more intimate. My client base is not large; I never intended it to be a full time job. I have regulars that make appointm...
The famous Gay Poet meets his groupie fan... This place doesn't look real. It's a Lego model. A replica of a real place. Only with all the life siphoned out of it. A red-brick University out in the sticks. A no-place that doesn't exist. There are two guys here to meet me. One, his beard an act of domestic terrorism. The other grabs my attention more forcefu...
This story contains bare butt strapping and may not be acceptable to some readers. * Corporal punishment was a way of life for us. Our strict, preacher father would tolerate nothing short of faultlessness from my older brother Paul and me. Paul, though twenty-years of age, was still a regular victim of father's sadistic thrashings; and would remain suscept...
Lost Bet part 5: Angel's Den Am I cursed? I thought to myself as I escaped the game room I just had sex in. It had dawned on me that this was the second time in about as many months that my sexual exploits were intruded upon...and by the same person, my boyfriend's father. Given all of this evidence it is the obvious notion that I was cursed at some point i...
The blazing sun was relentless even though it wasn't quite noon, and as Curt Randall took off his cap to wipe the sweat off of his brow it was like he could hear the rays sizzling on his damp crew cut. Without the cap his skull would be as deeply reddish brown as much of his upper torso was. The shirt he was wearing, or rather the tattered remains of what o...
((Welcome, dear readers, to my latest big idea/homoerotic fantasy. I have been laying out parts of this story in my head for a long time, and just recently began putting it to the keyboard. It's definitely a broader arching tale than I've ever tackled before, and I've found myself struggling with how to break it up and release it. I've decided to separate it...
I grew up in the Kingdom of Kahara. My father was the head of the Kahara-America Export Co., an international energy conglomerate. I have always loved walking the seductive streets of Amsada, Kahara's capital city. I loved the dangerous looking dark men, in their robes, capes and hoods. You could always see those coal black eyes staring out at you, measuri...
Dublin, 1926 Aidan was folding his laundry when his roommate Stephen came in. "Hey, Aidan. Matron wants to see you when you're finished with that." Aidan sighed. He had an idea what it was about. He was now eighteen, and could no longer stay at the orphanage. The matron probably wanted to see if he'd found a job and a place to live yet. He hadn't, and was g...
Jake had never been the type to fear anything for too long. It was either that way or his way. It was how he had been taught to think from an early age. His brother was in charge now, and that meant more responsibilities for the 21-year-old who was supposed to find a way in life, outside the lulling security of his family. They were not just punks. They were...