Jared watched with widened eyes. His cock stirred in his jeans, eyeing the man he wanted more than anyone about to pierce Vince. That could be me. Yes it could be but Diante' was clearly smitten with Vince and vice versa. How would he infiltrate their seemingly unflappable relationship? He had to interfere to even have a chance. Jared sighed and moved on...
Chapter One It was a Thursday night in the middle of the winter and, as usual, I was hunting for a man on my phone. I had an unconquerable desire to kiss, suck some dick, and possibly get fucked. An overactive libido was pushing me to reach out to men for sex, despite the chill outside. I expected to derive no results but persisted anyway, lining up the pot...
**Note- this was originally part of a novel I was writing, and there is a REASON why eighteen year old Antoine has never masturbated before: When he was very young, he witnessed the beating of a boy for being caught masturbating by the dormitory's deacon (Catholic school). The boy then had to tell his classmates what he did and was flogged again, naked befor...
~Brandon~ I was waiting in the park a block away from my house. This was where we promised to meet, and I was more than excited, but I was also very nervous. What I was about to do was very dangerous; I was going to meet a man I have never met in person for the first time. Outside, by myself at 9 PM...Not dangerous at all. I wore my nicest clothes, dark t...
The storm started suddenly, lasting for hours. The rain began to subside into a steady, meditative drip. The lighting moved off, becoming a beacon in the distance, lighting the estate with an eerie blue glow. The wolves finally stopped howling and the estate was finally at peace. Aromatic candles flickered in the window. Long tapers quietly dripped, making...
They didn't see him. Oh, they were looking at him gamely enough, but they really didn't see him. They didn't see Artemous, the young wizard that had attained power and respect despite having come from the streets, they didn't see the man that had fought in a war for them, they didn't see the man that had almost died for them. No, they saw the murderer only,...
I was lying in bed reading one evening when I got a text from Alan. I had known Alan for more than five years, and he had a very casual relationship, that every once in a while—when circumstances allowed—he would come over and fool around. I thought his text message was an indicator that it was going to be one of those nights. He texted: You busy? I did no...
It had been eight years since I left my hometown. I left at eighteen for college and stayed away. I'd often thought of going back, but something kept me away. I missed the narrow streets and the whitewashed storefronts and the sound of the ocean lapping on the pale sand, but there were other things I didn't miss. I'd traveled far, across the ocean, to Engl...
Times were hard and I realized hard times meant stringent measures. During a passive get-together with a pal who turned out to be my first lover, he hinted that if ever I got hard up I could always rent my body, because I had it all. Well he was speaking from experience because he had well and truly lavished me in a manner to which I soon became accustomed...
March, 1622 Wolstenholme Towne, Virginia The unseasonable warmth that early March brought James West to the holding pool of the stream leading down to the river. James was a young settler in the royal grant English Virginia Company's Martin's Hundred holding on the Virginia peninsula east of Jamestown. As far as he knew, he was the only one who knew about...