Jackson awoke the following morning feeling very mixed about the previous night's romp with Derek. He decided to quietly get ready and leave before his roommate woke up. He really didn't want to talk about what had happened last night. He didn't want to talk about it, but he couldn't stop thinking about it either. He headed to the bathroom to take his showe...
Once I got there, I walked up the front path to Roy's house. It was the biggest house in town, a total mansion. I rang the doorbell, and Roy opened the door with a smug look on his face. He was wearing the same clothes as the day before, minus the football pads. "Come on in, fag. We have the place to ourselves, since my parents are gone for a couple weeks,"...
It's about 9:00 AM on Sunday morning. Although most of the trainees usually eat with their respective groups on weekdays, they tend to intermingle with others on weekends. Brunch is served on Saturday and Sunday for a 3 hour period, from 9:00 AM to Noon, so some will eat early and a few will trail in late. James tries to keep tabs on whom all has been in to...
Listening intently, Craig thought he heard a soft tapping noise against the wall. A few seconds later, the sound was confirmed when it repeated. Making sure his wife, Janisha, wouldn't notice, he moved closer to the shared wall and responded with a rhythmic knock of his own. "Hon," he called to Janisha across the apartment. "I'm going to take out the trash....
A beam of glistening sunlight captures the end of a king-sized bed, warming a pair of feet that shyly poked out of the sky-blue fuzzy blanket. The rejuvenating heat lightly tickles Trevor's clean toes, and a reviving surge of energy hasty rushes up to his sleepy head. Trevor peacefully and noiselessly opens his heavy eyes to find his older stepbrother sleepi...
Chapter 1: Chris Pond Chris entered New York City for the first time. The silver train rattled like a broken wheeled shopping cart into Penn Station. This is like Disney World but real! The unforeseen dungeon pressure squeezed his skull and neck as he powered through the submarine texture: rows of iron bolts up high. Now craving the Big Apple's sun, he mov...
James studied his watch, groaned and grabbed the final swigs of black ink that his secretary swore was coffee. He was finished waiting on his six-o'clock appointment. It was now seven-thirty. The last call had said he was fifteen minutes away; that was thirty-minutes ago. He pulled his long, lean arms into the pinstripe jacket and locked up his high-rise off...
Why can't I stop thinking about Adam? Why is it that whenever my focus strays, thoughts of him become magnetic? If I let myself drift, whole minutes pass by where I'm just envisioning the shape of his lips, or the glint in that thin, simple necklace of his. It's not even the memory of the sex we had that I keep coming back to. Although it was reinvigorating,...
A 13th Century Tale from the Middle Ages. The story is about a man named Delbert, a woodsman by trade who lived on the edge of the forest in a humble cottage. At the age of 35 he still was not married and had no intentions of ever doing so valuing his independence and freedom. Delbert was a man's man, a loner who was happy cutting wood in the forest which...
I was sitting at the downstairs bar in the Mellow Mushroom one day, enjoying a drink after work. I was moving back and forth from watching a baseball game and looking around the restaurant trying to keep my mind occupied. I had just come out of a bad relationship and was trying my hardest not to think of that she-devil. After one of my many trips to the rest...