Despite the fact that my brain had had little time to float back down to the real world from the craziness of the past 14 hours with Daniel, the debilitating cold of Boston had an instant and sobering effect on me. In the South, the entire city shuts down when there is a projected 1/2 inch of snow in the forecast. The schools close and everyone makes a mad d...
This is a first attempt at a dual POV story and involves my fantasy about a real person, but names have been changed to prevent getting busted somehow. Be kind. 8 Years Ago Me: I had nothing to do on a Sunday, no games or practices and I had a message from Leslie that her son Joey's club soccer team was playing at the complex near me. Joey played for the...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The series One Sub Stud is a continuation of the stories about Chris and Justin, which began in Chris Donaldson and continued in Mr. One Fifty-Eight. While each chapter is a short story in its own right, you will probably enjoy this episode much more if you have already read both of the above series, as well as Chapter 1 of One Sub Stud. The b...
The campus was abuzz with an unruly number of bright-eyed freshmen not yet feeling the creeping pessimism ever senior inevitably feels. Lee hated it. He remembered being one of them, and he was more annoyed at them for it. Perhaps if they just ... weren't so ... stupid. The only good part of having them around was for the free eye candy. Lee breathed a sigh...
Kam sat back and looked at Taylor, who was passed out in his own cum on the floor. Taylor had always been a dick. Taylor would rub it in when he beat someone at an athletic competition, solo or team. Even when the loser was a good sport and stuck out his hand Taylor would taunt them, rag them for losing, or just call his opponent a loser. It didn't stop ther...
The young man sat at the sidewalk café in Fairfax City near George Mason University in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, D.C., sipping coffee and shyly looking around him. Several tables away from him and behind him sat a somewhat older man, perhaps in his forties, but very good looking in a dark, foxy sort of way. This man also was drinking coffee and loo...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I've always felt that fathers have a particular responsibility toward raising their charges. My eighteen-year-old son Brian has grown into an intelligent, attractive young man. His mother had something to do with that, of course, but I believe there is a role in a boy's life that...
I was born in the USA but had never knowingly lived there. I was the only son of a British diplomat and I was born during his posting to Washington. By the time I was two we were off to another posting in another country. At the age of 8, I was sent off to an all boy, boarding school in England, but every holiday I would go to my parents in whatever country...
Author's note: the characters in this story do not practice safe sex. They cannot get sexually transmitted diseases unless the author says so. You can. Practice safe sex! * As companies cut back on employee benefits, you have to find your perks where you can. My perk was having a desk across from the photocopier. When I wasn't focused on my computer screen...
The two guys who Ally had told me to watch, slid out of their booth and I saw them walk out the back door of the bar. One was short, maybe my size, about forty-years old; the other was older, bald and quite fat. Earlier, I had witnessed the fat guy push a twenty-dollar bill to the younger man. "The younger guy is Eddie," said Ally. "He used to work at the f...