I hoped that the journey from hand job to rough rider would be quick and easy, but not so. We couldn't stay in Phoenix to make up for the show. We had a gig the next night in Tuscon. It was the first night of the whole tour where our groove was slightly off. Aaron was playing meathead again. Keeping the beat steady on the two and four, making all the chang...
It had been a long flight. The change over in Dubai had been tiring, just killing time to when the next flight took off. Then the joys of immigration, queuing with 100s of other tired and miserable people, just waiting to get through the desks, pick up luggage and get to the hotel. And here he was, safely checked into his Bangkok hotel, 2am and yet, due to t...
God, I can't believe my eyes. I quickly slip on my sunglasses, both shielding my eyes from the sun and disguising the direction of my gaze. Yes, it's Adonis himself, leaning sultrily against the guardrail outside his third-floor apartment, nude but for a tight-fitting pair of boxer-briefs. Calvin Kleins, I'll bet. The white material is striking, because of...
The last time I was in DC I decided to check out a gay bar I'd found online. The reviews were kind of mixed, so I wasn't too sure what to expect, but I figured I'd have one drink, get a feel for the place, and if I didn't like it I could always leave. As far as the reviews went, there were a few that called the place a dive, and a couple mentioned unpleasant...
Once again thanking my editor, RogueLurker. Best gal in the solar system.*kisses* baby. Give me some feedback and I'll tank you for it, just, please, make it makes sense. *grin* * Yanking hard on my bag, trying to get the damned thing out of the overhead compartment, I nearly fell backward when it finally came free. I knew I wasn't thinking straight, my s...
Twilight had set over the remote Puntacana resort beach on the Dominican Republic's southern coast, where the boyish, baking body of the young American tourist, Danny, had been staked out on a beach lounge under a palm tree all day. He watched the berry-brown Dominican beach attendant, all hulky muscle and graceful movement tidy up the beach area for the nig...
(Continues the story begun in An Appalachian Trail Romance and The Wedding) Long, sinewy muscles like bands of flexible steel rippling beneath smooth skin tanned to a lustrous bronze lent power to each punch and kick with which Stephen assaulted the weighty kicking bag. Like the sharp crack of a whip, his limbs cut through the air and struck the bag in a f...
I met Gino on the Internet.. Being Italian I assumed he lived in Italy because he was always talking about it how it was in his home town of Naples, and he spoke with a broken accent.That is when he wasn't talking porn and I soon found out that he is the other way inclined, which was a blessing because I am too. Well not quite because I am bi, but I liked Gi...
How did I find myself here? By "here", I don't mean "in this place", I mean something much larger than that. The last thing I remember thinking, truly thinking, I mean me thinking, was "nothing good can come of this". From that point forward, anything that seemed like thinking, and there was very little of that, was not thinking at all, but something inside...
AUTHOR NOTE #1: I have deliberately not given any description of the character referred to as "YOU" in this story. I'll leave that up to the reader's imagination, if they want to imagine themselves or someone else in that role then that was my intention. * It's Saturday mid-morning and I am watching music TV channels waiting for what fate has to throw at m...