A/N So it has been a while since I wrote my first story, and I wasn't expecting people to like it as much as they did. But life gets in the way as it does, and prevented me from writing for a while, however, I have once again gotten in the saddle, and hopefully won't take another 2 years to write another. Feedback is always appreciated good or bad. ***** "...
About the time the top-down convertible stopped just down the road, waiting for him to catch up, Brady realized who it was. He should have been faster on the uptake, he thought. Who, other than the guy living five houses down from his parent's house in Titusville, Florida, owned a restored, cherry-red 1967 Impala SS convertible? Of course, what could he do o...
I'm average. With thick straight black hair, a smooth baby face, trim body and maybe three chest hairs. I'm the guy that blends in with the crowd. Not even my once "exotic" olive brown skin or brown eyes speckled with gold makes me stand out. It's hard when exotic and unique are the new thing to be. All through high school, I faded into the background. I go...
The next two months seemed to drag on forever as I waited for graduation day to come. I'd already been accepted to my dream college, so there wasn't a whole lot of motivation to worry too much about school, and once track season ended I had a lot more free time. I'd gone to prom with a group of friends, and even though a few people knew I was gay, I wasn't a...
Author's note: All characters are firmly over the age of 18, as should you be. This story is filed under gay male rather than romance or novellas, but I've found myself needing to establish setting/motivation – so it's a bit of a slow start – if you're into hot and heavy from the start this might not work. Please also be aware that this story largely conce...
So this is how it happened, I was 24 when I met him He was 23. Every weekday I'd go to the local rec center to play some football with some of the guys from work. It was close to home so it was convenient for me and I looked forward to it every day. Usually it was always the same guys more or less. Sometimes new people would join the game but more often th...
My eyes shot fully open as I felt the head of his cock pop into my ass. I heard a loud moan as I felt him slip slowly, inch by agonizing inch, into me. It took me a moment to realize that it was me moaning as my eyes focused on the water in the clean, white bowl in front of my face. I had snapped into full consciousness suddenly, but it still took a few mom...
INTRODUCTION I have always had a fixation with what here in the UK we call "Scally boys" or "Chavs". There is a lot of debate over where the words originated but suffice to say they have become synonymous with the youth of Britain of today. They can be identified as youngsters that wear designer sports wear as their every day cloths, namely track suits, Bra...
The pickup basketball game at the dorm ran late and I had to get out to the polo field lickety-split or I'd miss the start of practice. So, I stripped off my T and used it to dry off my chest and pits, tossed it in the backseat of the trusty vintage T-Bird convertible, and roared off toward the mountains, toward the practice field at the Moss Grove winery in...
Benny Treadway and Frank Stone were long time pals. Grew up together in the northern countryside of Georgia, both born in 1974, a point of mutuality that latched them together after it landed them a seat in the same high school class. A brief introduction after the first day of senior year was enough to flush the pair into a lifelong routine. Quick to ramble...