Steve and I were both in our early twenties when we met whilst working for an insurance company. I'd stayed on working there but he had left to take a teaching degree and we lost touch for six years or so. In that time I'd got married and my wife and I had our first child. Out of the blue one day I got a call from Steve saying that he'd moved back into the...
Greg is a brilliant cook -- I tell you athletic, six pack, wealthy, the best lover and he can cook. One Saturday (after a week of late nights!) I had to go in to work and coming home had felt totally cheesed off. The door was unlocked - Greg was in. He shouted from the kitchen area to go straight and have my customary bath -- he was cooking and would be abou...
Marshall and Lee's sexual relationship didn't begin until Marshall turned eighteen. Lee's choice, not Marshall's. He wanted to be with Lee sooner, but Lee refused. "Gotta crawl before you can walk," he'd said in his laconic way. Marshall didn't even understand what that meant, but his objections got him nowhere. He considered himself lucky Lee didn't punis...
This story is about my friendship with a ghost. A gay ghost, a cute ghost, but still a ghost. Don't believe me? The first time I saw Flynn was last winter. I wondered at the time why he was clad in only a pair of knee length Spandex pants, and tap shoes. It was freezing, first, and secondly that was like female tramp clothing and Flynn was, a guy. Pretty...
The Finn Master 6100 Royal, a 6.01 meter by 2.3 meter boat rocked gently on the water about three miles off the beach. It was ideal for fishing. Seated on the boat's port side bench, I held my fishing line straight down into the water. My friend sat on the starboard side. Between us there was a bucket of small bait fish. The bow faced toward the horizon. A...
THE INGRAM-LEWIS CHRONICLES OLIVER'S FIRST SCHOOL DAYS A Homoerotic Short Story By Jason Land This is the first of a series of, stand-alone, short stories set in the early part of the twentieth century, concerning the life and times of members of an English upper class family, the Ingram-Lewis's. ***** The cane was tapping gently across a splendid pa...
Note: Here is the final chapter of Blue's story. I hope it doesn't disappoint. I was going to split it into two parts, but wasn't sure if I had enough for a whole other chapter. As always, your comments are always welcome! ----- There wasn't much Blue remembered about his last few days in the basement. He vaguely remembered finding the clothes and calling...
Being the fairly remote tiny country town's schoolboy cycling champion was not enough. I had to get to the big smoke to improve my speed if I was ever to really excel in my chosen sport. I needed some really stiff competition if I wanted to stand out in my last season as a junior. My 18th birthday and senior ranks coming up I was told that if I could find...
My morning routine is the same six days out of the week. I awake before dawn, and bathe and dress myself in one of my uniforms. I live in a small room that adjoins my liege's chambers, and I am expected to attend upon him almost as soon as I ready. I get one day off each week from my duties. Prince David awakes at 7 a.m. most days, and by 9 a.m. he is on t...
Note: This is the first chapter in a longer story that will become increasingly more graphic and more kinky. It is also my first submission. * Mike walked along the trail, a little further into the woods. He walked slowly, trying to make out what lay ahead, with only the limited moonlight filtering through the tree canopy to illuminate his path. He had ne...