Out In the Open Nick and Matthew didn't wake up until the afternoon. By then, Matt had convinced Nick to stay a bit longer, and the beach hunk tempted him into it by making lunch for the two of them—dressed in literally nothing but an apron. They ate some pasta together and then stayed in Matt's room, playing Madden 15 in their underwear. For the first tim...
Sorry for the major delay in this chapter! I had gone on a vacation after my exams and then I got busy with work. Thank you to everyone for their patience :) Enjoy! *** Unloading Guns It was warm, and sweaty in the sleeping bag when Nick woke up the next morning. His backside felt stiff, the inside of his body was raw and his loins ached at the thought of...
"So, you didn't have any trouble finding it." Aaron opened the front door to his house, figuring it was Chuck who was there. There was a porch light, but he didn't turn it on even though darkness had fallen. He did, though, poke his head out of the door to look up and down the street before standing aside and letting Chuck walk in past him. As he turned and...
He stepped into the coffee shop. The head barista, Joey, hated the smug son of a bitch. All he knew what that his first name was Lucius, and that he worked for a big tech company down the street. He always came in and ordered the same coffee, a complicated order that only Joey knew how to make correctly. Lucius never tipped and barely interacted with the bar...
Chapter 1: Meeting Alex I wasn't much to look at when I first got into school, I was average size, if not a little small, I wore glasses, and I loved computers. From the time I was little I loved computers. I never really cared that many people didn't like me, I didn't need many friends, I had no siblings so I had learned long ago how to get along alone. On...
Dear Figaro, How have you been? I have literally been rushed off my feet, I have had the craziest two weeks. My life has been just working, sleeping, planning and doing my writing course. Theo asked if his pen pal could move in for a few days, I said yes, he hasn't mentioned anything but I can sense that his nose is out of joint now that I am not at home a...
Family dinners at the MacIntoshes had been a highlight of my week. Having their unwavering support throughout our relationship had been a gift to Breeze and me, a buffer against the usual pressures of living an out life. Sunday dinner had always been a safe space, and that didn't change when my father joined the party. Granted, spending time with us at the h...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: While each chapter is a story in its own right, you will probably enjoy them more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-3 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** The 45-lb. weight dropped on the floor with a loud t...
Nick Evans loved Mondays. It was the one day he could skip class-the excuse of volunteer work had gotten him off school more times than he could count. And seeing as Monday was the beginning of the working week, Nick knew that Francis McCarthy would be out on his farm, working hard, without a shirt on. The McCarthy Farm consisted of a barn, a house, a stabl...
Chad, breathing easily and looking mighty fine for a man of thirty-seven, ended his run at his usual bench beside a tool house in the remote Myrtle Beach park tucked into a golf course almost within sight of the ocean enough for most not to realize it was a separate public park. As usual, he ran in just athletic shorts and running shoes. His auburn red hair...