I arrived home trying to keep positive. I thought I had turned the tide with the arrogant little pick. Little prick is not a good description of Eric... Arrogant little ass would be better. None the less, he was a smart, arrogant little ass, and seemed to know his Psychology. I wished I could turn the clock back 24 hours and start over. A day ago, at this...
Evan Malone liked the midnight shift. 12 am to 8 am along a stretch of Pacific Coast Highway right at the border of Malibu. It was never dull, and the arrests and citations were easy and built up his record. Most of the time he was pulling over rich drunk fucks in their BMWs, Porches, and Mercedes. Half the time they had hookers or call girls in the front se...
Saturday morning I went about the chore of moving. Like my campus apartment, the basement of the house where I'd be living was fully furnished. It was more one large room than an apartment. The bathroom was in a separate room, but that was all. One corner had a sofa, chair, a table and television. Another corner was a complete kitchen set-up; small, but i...
CHAPTER ONE: Skill of Soul: Frost Monarch 3:23 a.m. Jun sat upright in his bed, sweating and panting heavily, staring at the open palm of his hand. There, in the very center, was a small ice crystal forming. It was floating and twirling about in the darkness gracefully. Jun would've been delighted by its presence -- had it been anywhere other than on his b...
Prologue I wanted to title this book as Marcus and Spencer, but the editor, for obvious reasons, wouldn't let me. My name is Marcus Kane and my partner is Tracey Spencer. I say partner in its fullest sense, as we are both male and we sleep and have sex together. Tracey was and still is a practising homosexual, while I'm just practising at the moment, for I...
Chapter One I came awake with a start as the sunlight struck my closed eyelids and when I lifted my head and started to open my eyes, I wished I hadn't moved. There began an insistent throbbing in my head and my eyes hurt so I closed them and with a groan, laid my head back down on the soft pillow. I felt a movement beside me, my moving having woken up whoe...
Part One I met Teddy Azinger - "Zinger" to almost everyone who knew him - the first day of my freshman year in high school. Zinger was the BMOC from get go. He looked older than the rest of us, and he had the bluest eyes any of us had ever seen. They were shockingly, almost frighteningly, blue. If I had not known differently, I'd have thought they were fake...
This story involves acts of both sex and romance between consenting adult males, so if that's not allowed where you live then you should march in the streets. I'm releasing this story under Creative Commons by-sa-nc license, which means you can do pretty much whatever you want with it, as long as you give me credit and don't use it for commercial purposes of...