Author's note: This story involves drinking and recreational drug use. *** The only thing louder than the bass reverberating in my chest was the pounding of my head. I was drenched in sweat. The stupid-looking mesh shirt I wore shined with my own perspiration and with the alcohol spilled down my chest. In the sea of other sweaty college students, I could b...
Hey Guys! Here's the fifth chapter of Back to You. Big thanks for all the likes and comments. I read each and every one of them. Please keep letting me know what you think- I always take them into consideration when I'm writing the next chapters. This one's a little shorter- the story line for this chapter just seemed to have a natural finish. Still more cha...
This is the sequel to Bigrig. I do hope you enjoy the novel that is being created to hopefully appease the following I have humbly received. I am so very thankful for each and every one of you. Please remember that every author on this site is driven by your votes and comments. I am no different and would appreciate very much if you would vote and comment...
I live in a state in the Southeast in a rural county with three small towns. The towns are about seven to ten miles away from each other, so you're usually stuck in them. The next biggest city is over twenty miles away, so everything has to be planned out ahead; otherwise, you have to deal with the limited resources in each small town, do without, or order o...
Emile had just been renewed, and he was back outside a gay bar on Bourbon Street at 2 A.M. during Mardi Gras, not a bit out of place draped in his black silk cape, watching the entrance to the bar. He only had four days to pull this plan off. But if he did, he would be solving two problems. He was on entirely new territory, however; he had never tried anythi...
I flopped over, the bedroom was stuffy...I looked out the door and Sam hadn't moved...his load still shined in the light from the window over the futon. Rob had tossed off the blanket. I slid outta bed and opened the curtains on my bedroom window, opening it to the night air...and light. Sam turned his face towards me as I lay back down and gave me a thumb u...
"So what does it take?" the annoying bitch asked. I tore my eyes from the specimen I was admiring and shot her a look. "I mean to fall in love with a guy. What does it take?" I sighed and looked around. It was back in the 80's, fag hags still had a lot to learn. The men were hot and solid, and although the diseases were beginning to become rampant, I didn't...
Caleb Jacoby didn't need a new car. He wanted a new car. His car was four years old, and had a few too many miles on it for his liking. He wanted a nicer car with fewer miles, and something he could also afford. He also wanted something a little bit easier on fuel. His only problem was the fact that his credit wasn't quite up to par. The man was about to gi...
I've never considered myself gay or bisexual. I don't find men attractive or unattractive nor have I looked at another man and thought to myself, "I'd like to fuck him." But I have wondered what it would be like to have sex with a man. My curiosity was satisfied one night with a very close friend, Rowan. Rowan and I met at university. We had declared the sa...
"Jesus Christ, you drive like my Grandma," Mikey shouted, his words barely audible over the pounding beat from the speakers. The big black car in front of him slowed, red taillights flashing. "You've got to be shitting me. It's a yellow, Man!" Mikey swerved to the left, pulling around the other car neatly, giving the driver a one-fingered salute on the way....