Massachusetts State Trooper Pierre Guillot walked through the halls of the Massachusetts State Police Academy. The New Braintree facility was teeming with students. Young men and women who wanted to become police officers. He smiled, remembering his days at the Academy. He lived in the school dorms for five days a week and only went home on the weekends. He...
"It's just for ten days—until Samuel gets back from Denver." "I realize that," Cal answered Levi Yost, the owner of the Hayden saloon. "This is Samuel's job. It's his when he gets back." "Yes, sir, I understand that." "Although I'll own that he's gettin' a little long in the tooth and some would like you instead. They'se tol' me as much. So, it's not lik...
The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
Author's note: Long time reader, first time posting. This is really my first whack at any kind of romance. Hopefully it's a decent start. If there's interest, I'll continue - so please do give me any feedback you may have! -------- "Can I get another, please?" The bartender shot Aspen a glance from the corner of his eye. Sure, he'd been sitting at th...
I remember the first time it happened. It was just a year ago. I realized that I could make anybody do anything I wanted. Sounds crazy but it's true. Anybody. Anything. All I have to do is speak to the person and tell them what I want them to do and they will do it. So if I tell someone, "tell me the truth," they will. If I tell someone "stand on one leg," t...
I strolled through the local park, one warm April evening. It was just getting dark, and the path was clear in front of me. There was enough light for me to finish my circle and head for home. I usually jogged for exercise, or took a trip to the gym, and it showed. But I enjoyed a pleasant walk as well. As I passed by a clump of trees, I heard a little cry....
He had chosen well. His gaze went over all of the possibilities and they fell on me. And he knew and I knew in that gaze who the real prisoner was. I thought even then that he must have had help, that someone must have researched and guided his choice. Surely he couldn't tell that about me just by looking over all the possibilities—that I was the weakest in...
Pelaam© July 2009, A re-telling of Beauty and the Beast inspired by loves_sg1 * "Ethan?" At the sound of the female voice one of the three men sitting waiting looked up. "Ethan Jacob?" "That's me," Ethan said with an easy smile. "I'm Emma O'Connor. I'll be taking you around before you have your induction." She checked out the young man and was certain...
A recent Wednesday exemplified the undeniable simplicity of a bathhouse as a place for sex. I arrived a few minutes after its opening, undressed, drank a beer, went upstairs to do a hit of rush, then went down to enjoy the steambath. Men already arrived before me, a few towels already stowed in the cubbyholes along the steamroom's outer wall. Wandering in s...
Greg stood by the refrigerator drinking from his beer as his eyes traveled over the body of the man lying on the floor with his head under the kitchen sink. At 29, Greg had lived in his apartment for a little over 5 years. It was common knowledge to the other tenants that the 6', 160lb hunk that lived upstairs only allowed men in his bed. Over the past 11...