Author's note: This story was written while I was self-locked in chastity, and the locations are loosely inspired by real locations that I have been to with friends. This is otherwise a work of fiction which involves accounts of some things I haven't done (yet!) so hopefully it mostly rings true. Your comments and constructive criticism are more than welcome...
He sat in the large easy chair across from me sipping the glass of bourbon, his favorite bourbon, I had poured for him. "How did all this start?" "You mean, when did I know I was gay?" "No, well maybe, but when did you start this 'involvement' with the military camp?" "It wasn't on purpose. I think people intuitively see me as someone to turn to, to tr...
There really was a Lac du Miel in Lac du Miel. Once it had been wild and scenic and outside the city limits, but over the last couple of decades, what with the whole state sinking and the town expanding, town and lake had met and your view and access to it were obscured by a development called Honey Lake Estates. Houses started in the $120s and went up to Mc...
My heart pounds faster the closer we get to South Hill. Holding Slade's hand is the only thing keeping me sane. I know we have to face the consequences for lying about this weekend. I'm just not ready to. My only hope is for God to answer one of my million silent prayers. There could be so many outcomes for tonight with each feeling like a worst-case scenar...
Back home I enjoyed a wonderful reunion with my wife and son. Running from the plane into their arms. Tears of joy, of relief, of a nightmare finally over. As I hugged Angela and Bobby, awash in waves of love and rejoicing, still a tiny thought itched in the back of my mind: Now I'm out of those bastards' power--but did they break me completely? Will I be...
If I'd known the weeks would become months--and how they would end, I would've killed myself. Or at least that's the way I thought in those days. A botanical research trip to the jungles of Colombia was planned as a two-week summer jaunt, something to write papers about, post pictures on the university's website. I spoke Spanish, I'd lived in Mexico, I had...
Rumors were flying fast around work about him and Dean, and he didn't deny any of them, even the more ridiculous ones he heard. He smiled coyly when asked, nodded when people expected him to, and said nothing at all. Hugh stalked by his cubicle several times during the remainder of the week, talking loudly about how disgusted he was by two faced dicksucker...
It's usually the same thing every time: after our workout, we'll hit the locker room, and Zane will head into the showers while I'll hang back to stretch. Zane will sing through a full song before he gets out of the shower, and by then, I will have stretched sufficiently. It's our unofficial routine. However, after thinking about him so intensely last night,...
The Fireman and The Librarian Chapter 4 Growth - Chris Starts Making Things Combustible Chris took Jasper out for dinner then to the bar to listen to his brother's band one Wednesday. They had been dating for over a month now. Chris still hadn't crossed Jasper's line, but he had bent it and flustered the hell out of Jasper. The night at the bar was one of...
Summary: White friend discovers the joy of BBC while hanging out. Note: Thanks, as always to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this story. It was after a couple hours of shooting hoops on a Sunday afternoon that my sexual awakening began. Ben said, "Let's go back to my place and play some NBA2K." "I need to shower first," I demurred, dripping with...