Chapter Seven - Moving On "Hi, Ariana." "Aaron. Why are you calling me?" says my sister. "Dad told me you and Nick and the kids are going to move out west?" "That's right, we are. Are you pleased now? What's it to you?" "Uh, well, I just wanted to call to say thanks to you and Nick for the extra money for school. I really appreciate it, Ariana." "What...
"Why Goa? And where is it?" The question had come from the second row of those few sitting in the dimly lit voluminous lecture hall at Georgetown University, the venerable Jesuit-founded stone Gothic-style campus towering over the Potomac River west of the Washington, D.C., city center. The query was posed to the tall, thin, distinguished-looking professor...
ERIC It's mid-afternoon on a Thursday in early July, day one of my Grand Canyon Gay Rafting Adventure, and a long day it's been. Yesterday Tom welcomed us individually to the hotel in Vegas then hosted an evening meet-and-greet in the lounge. Tom is tour director, openly gay, about fifty, moderately overweight, friendly, soft-spoken and kind, his psoriasis...
Nile woke, realizing he had fallen asleep. He had not meant to. He felt a sense of relief upon seeing Arden still laying beside him. The vampire was asleep as well. Nile looked at the clock. Still a few hours before Arden would awake and leave, going to wherever he spent the daylight. He gazed at the vampire lying there on his stomach, his face turned toward...
Warning: this story contains nonconsensual themes. * My name is James Francis and the following story is true and one that I have found to be continually on my mind sense that fateful early summer day. I am 42 years old, married to my beautiful wife Jane who is a flight attendant, two college age children, own a very nice house, two fancy cars and have a...
Admonishing silence, Cal held his big hand over my mouth as his bent elbow kept my knee raised and trapped. Impaled on my man's 10 inch piece, flat on my back, both legs up and spread. Toes curled. His other hand sexily prodded my assring at the point of that big dick's entry. His favorite way of getting off, he had told me. Locking to my eyes, feeling his...
Being Gay and twenty-one years old in 1962 is not always easy... Of course, the Fortune Teller lied. Down a Walton Street edged with stalls, sideshows and gaudily beckoning caravans, strolling the chill illuminated darkness where it erupts into the fairground. The smoky spun-sugar aroma of candy-floss, hot dogs that drip with ketchup-blood, brittle golden c...
Chapter Thirteen -- Home for the Holidays "Hey cookie baby! I'll be up on December 9th to pick ya' up and bring you back to Brockville for Christmas break. Your Dad told me to use his car and make sure the trunk was empty for the fifteen pillow cases of laundry your Mom is expectin' to bring back with ya'! Hah, hah, hah!" "Why isn't he coming up, Sasq?" "...
"I don't right think he'll last the night, Massa. Land, I don't know what's taken' away the cream of our young men on this plantation." "Leave me with him, Elvie. I'll see if I can give him some peace." He watched until the woman had left the hut and then went over and silently shot home the bolt on the door. Returning to the pallet that took up much of th...
Dear Readers, I am very sorry for removing my story, An Ancient Art without warning, and for my long absence from the site. I removed it to try and get it published, but have been busy working on other projects and my boring every day job. Thank you for your emails, comments and support. They have encouraged me to submit stories to publishers, three of wh...