"Who knows? Not me. We never lost control." -- Kurt Cobain, from David Bowie I noticed the young doctor the moment he cautiously opened the kitchen door with his worn canvas duffel bag hanging over his slumped right shoulder. His eyes looked bright but tired. The best word I could use to describe him would be complex, or maybe distant, as if he was a bit...
Author's Note: This is the origin story of how I got into the world of Arab/Persian men. It's what inspired my other stories. +++ +{Noah's Starship}+ -+-[June]-+- "Noah Kinney?" the professor called as I was fumbling to open the stiff pages of the English textbook. "Here..." I started to say and raise my hand My elbow nudged the book just enough to pus...
Dan responded to the ad Laura placed on Adrian's behalf on Saturday night. They ended up hanging out on Sunday, with Dan receiving more fellatio before going home to bed. All Adrian's point of view for the next few chapters. Comments appreciated, unless they're insults or rants about NI or other politics. _____________ I get to sleep just fine, and wake...
I couldn't wait for the store to close. It was Saturday night and I had Sunday off and I was so ready for a day off. I've been working at a big box electronics store since I graduated high school two years ago and it sucked. I barely made enough money to live on, but at least I had a job. As I walked out of the store to my car, my cell phone started ringing...
Hello and welcome back! I am so so sorry for the delay, especially since I said this update would be sooner, but I got a new computer and transferring files has been lengthy. This story is not going to be abandoned. Sorry for the scare. To make up for it, this chapter is longer than others. New readers: it is advised to read earlier chapters in this story...
Randy and Kent make it back to Cleveland. Liam rejoins Matt. Thanks to LarryInSeattle. Enjoy (I hope). ======= As we got closer and closer to home, the idea of sleeping on a bed shoved into the middle of the room and surrounded by other furniture had become progressively agonizing. I'm beat. Kent looks exhausted, too and we still have the ordeal of the e...
"Hey, cutie, same time next week!" Thomas said when he noticed I was awake. He was standing beside the bed wearing only his skimpy, string bikini briefs that were identical to my undies; the only difference being, unlike my briefs, his could barely contain his 'package.' "Why are you leaving so early?" I whined, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "I have to...
By the time I've plunged the coffee and made a pile of buttered toast, I'm a bit calmer. In control of myself enough that I think I can manage a silent cuppa rather than screaming 'fuck off and away out of my life', the moment I see him. He's still glistening with water, hair in tiny wee wet spikes, with a towel tucked round his waist. A hand towel. It ju...
A homoerotic story written by Jason Land PROLOGUE This is a sequel to my first story, which is entitled 'Sebastian -The Male Escort', which gave an account of my education at a private school in Sheldon, New York and how, on leaving school I moved to New York city and through a variety of circumstance, found myself acting as a paid Male Escort, which turn...
This is a love story, not a sex story. There is sex, but it comes later, after James and Luke fumble toward each other. As always, I like to hear from readers. ***** Chapter One For my thirtieth birthday, three of my best buddies from law school -- Andrew, Curt, and John Ralph ("Ralphie" to almost everyone who knew him and certainly to all of us) -- invi...