With a nudge and a yawn-smothering smirk Jeremy pokes me in the ribs and falsetto whimpers at me, "wake uuup..." as I ironically continue to drive and he awakens from traveler's daze. Always his way- deflect the obvious by that distracting charm. Even after 18 years I was not immune to it. The fact of which he remains well aware. Approaching the Animus Riv...
Rory sat on the edge of the bar, looking towards the entrance and repeatedly checking his cell phone. Every time he did so, his disappointed sighs grew more and more resigned. He had tried calling and sending text messages, without success. Where the hell was Jack? "What's the matter, gorgeous?" Rory looked up as an attractive man slid onto the barstool ne...
Author's Note: I suppose most of these notes are self-evident, but I include them here to circumvent getting comments about them later. I've read many a story where the comments section has left me scratching my head; it's always a good reminder to me that, just because an author puts something in a story, it doesn't mean (s)he endorses or agrees with it. A...
Who knows when I'd feel like myself again. Hell, thinking back on it, I didn't want to feel the way I felt before any of this shit, either. I wanted to feel new, just didn't know where to start, though. Seriously, who wanted to fester on why they were miserable but the simple fact of the matter was that we humans are fragile creatures with delicate ways of d...
Dr. Randy Wolfe, PhD, stared with purpose into the bathroom mirror as he applied the last bit of near fluorescent, ruby red lipstick to his mouth. Setting it aside, he used a piece of toilet paper as a blotter to dab away any excess, then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Suddenly his deep voice began to reverberate off the walls and ceiling of the small...
(Although it features hardcore scenes, this novella is meant to be a plot-driven character study, exploring the dynamics in male intergenerational sex) *** CHAPTER 1 At twenty one years old, Erik had short blond hair, a very white complexion, and everything in his long face was regularly shaped. The thin mustache he had over his lips was hardly visible be...
The Tale of the Mighty Tungsten Tuberosity Part I "OK, now I think I get it," I responded to Jeremy's detailed explanation about the idea for his Hallowe'en costume being 'assembled' for the coming weekend. I continued massaging the meaty, dark-skinned foot resting across my lap as we chillaxed intimately on the rich mahogany leather divan in the cozy low-...
Daniel lazily stared at the ceiling. It was Tuesday. Monday, he slept most of the day away, due to the pain meds. Heck, even just regular Tylenol made him sleepy, so the codeine really zonked him out. Today, he wasn't in that much pain anymore, so he'd skipped his mid day dose. He wasn't sure what he was going to do the rest of the week either, but he was su...
For some reason, the first thing I remember about that day was the coldness of the glass in the passenger side window of the truck 'Uncle' Brad was driving to his mountain cabin. It was June 1994 and a pre-dawn rain had cooled things off. The sky still was overcast and the threat of a storm still lingered. A few days before, two weeks after high school grad...
He could not make out where the snarling and gravelly, throaty noise had come from as he stepped out of the rickety carriage early that dark moonless evening. It was as if somewhere in the acoustics of the steep ridge, someone old and throaty sounding were speaking in a primitive language, but just before the end, he could make out the words in English "fore...