Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** "This band is awesome." Nolan leaned over and gave his girlfriend, Kristy, a quick kiss. Raising his voice over the music coming from the speakers and the noise of the crowd around them, he responded, "They are. I'm glad you're having fun." They were at an outdoor music festival...
So there we sat me in my robe and him in his underwear. He had a sly smile on his face. I looked at him and asked "What?" His sly smile grew bigger. He said "I never would have thought you'd be the cocksucking type." He continued, "You really seemed to be into what just went down." I blushed. He asked "So, we gonna make this a regular thing?" Now it was my...
Taylor Harrison stepped out of his business class at the University of Miami, blinking against the brightness of the Florida sun. Tight-bodied teenagers gaggled all around him, most of them overtopped by the six-foot-three swimmer. "Down, boy," Taylor chuckled to himself. His knee-length boardshorts brushed against his cockhead, scraping it unkindly. It was...
A note: this is set at least 10 years ago. I've always had an idea in my mind about a 'present day' continuation. I've never mentioned it because it was irrelevant – but it actually becomes pretty important over the next couple of chapters to ensure willing suspension of disbelief. I would love comments – I really want to improve my writing but need feedbac...
Chapter Thirty - How to Cure Performance Anxiety - A Short Guide Could Aron tell he was nervous? His friend closed his hand over Carter's, and all he could do was to think of the warmth he was feeling. It was not exactly like they were holding hands, and there was some room between them on the back seat, while the taxi driver seemed more preoccupied with wa...
Despite Sean's trepidations, all had gone well on that emancipation day. A few rowdies had tried to stir something up against the Negroes, but The police sergeant, Sean and Preston, Larson, yes, and even Li'l Mike, had stood up and calmed every thing down. The next afternoon had been set aside to interview potential employees. Eight candidates showed up. O...
Chapter Four -- You Don't Have to Be a Star, Baby The Peacock Inn Restaurant is down a couple of blocks from our house and then to the right on King Street, just across from the Purvis Esso gas station. King Yee bought the property in the early sixties and proceeded to tear down the massive, dark red brick Victorian mansion that had stood there for almost a...
Oh. Hell. No. I had inconsistently spent the last two days looking through boxes in my garage, boxes in the back of my closet, old duffel bags, and every dark corner that I normally try to avoid. Somehow I just knew that damn box was sitting on its pretty little ass in the attic. Why the attic? Because that's where things go to be forgotten. That is, until m...
Chapter Fifteen -- The Chicken or the Egg The first month or two of living together has brought with it a series of challenges wherein compromise, patience, humor and understanding for both Adam and I have been tested at times to the limit. Adam has been used to being on his own for more than five years and I know there have been times when I have frustrate...
Author's Note: Bourbon Street might look a little different now than when I last visited New Orleans and lived elements of this story out as an undergrad, but the two gay bars I spent the night crossing between are apparently still there. Almost all of the action will be in the second chapter. Dakota felt his relationship with Trent fraying more with every...