Randy pulled the blankets and sheet over his head, wrapping his pillow tight around his face and ears, as he tried to escape the ghastly sounds and stench of his roommate's latest alcoholic binge. Randy's roommate was making him reconsider his decision to come to Oklahoma. He'd picked the school due in part to the fact that he'd been awarded several small sc...
The story of Josh and Kyle continues into the new school year with new hopes, problems, and celebrations. * * * * * Author's note: Welcome to book two of "The Pizza Boy Trilogy." (Yes, there will be a book three also.) Those of you that are returning readers and fans, are already well-clued-in on what all has transpired up to this point. I hope you will co...
+-{Emerson & the Lion}-+ +-{Chapter 11}-+ "Why are we here, my love? There are juice places closer to home and it is 115 degrees outside by your temperature," Ali signed in swift, fluid motion as though he'd spoken through his fingers all his life. He was following me up a side street as I led him to the juice bar. "You forgot?" I signed back to him with...
In retrospect, I should've begun this story long ago. Saying it means a lot to me would be a stunning understatement. What you are about to embark upon is a story of discovery, opportunity and regret. Whilst sex is undeniably at the forefront of this story, I hope that you will appreciate the background of which it is told. To everyone who has ever been in l...
Four days had now passed since I'd argued with Peter. At first I hated that I was thinking about him, but soon had to accept it. I told myself that it was just a phase I had to go through before I would forget about him completely. He called me on the phone late that evening. I gave him chance to speak. He said that he was sorry and that he realised he cou...
Note: This story is dedicated to my good friend F.S., who is older than Lloyd, just as horny, and has the same charisma. The tale itself was inspired by his knack for collecting unusual propositions. It's a prequel to "Four Friends," also posted here. KN * Let me get one thing straight. I didn't go to my niece's wedding to ruin it. That's what my sister an...
I heard my name being called out from the midst of the teeming horde pressing in on the barriers after customs in New Delhi's Indira Gandhi international airport, and a head and arm waving a sign was bouncing up and down over the tumult. The sign the young man was carrying said "Clifford Jenkins" with "New York" written under it. That was me. But I wasn't be...
Samir could hardly be called delicate in declaring who or what he was. I guess his blatant arrogance was what attracted me to him and had me submitting to him—that he seemed to have every reason to have supreme self-confidence. When he opened the door of the Dama Rose Hotel room in Damascus, Syria, on the first knock and our driver was standing there in the...
I was driving down I-75 and it had literally become a trip through hell on earth. A trip that would normally take 8 or 9 hours had stretched already into 13 with no end in sight. I had left Detroit that morning at 6 AM and I'd been on the road ever since. I had told my cousin that I'd arrive in Nashville in the early afternoon but it was 6 PM and I was stil...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. I never used to believe that saying about bad things coming in threes. But when I lost my wife and my job in the same week, I began to wonder what was going to hit me next. There's nothing like hindsight. Often after the fact you can look back and tell yourself you should have seen it coming. But I was honestl...