This is a story - a romance of sorts - that involves a grandfather and and his grandson. Readers should take not of that and the category it is under. *********** The bed I'm resting on is every bit as lumpy as I remembered it from back in late Spring, but that's okay by me because I wasn't interested in sleeping anyway. Besides it's muggy despite the win...
The 'For Sale' sign in the front window was small and discreet. It almost suggested the owner wasn't really serious about selling the motor home. Russ and I walked around it and looked at the exterior. "It looks darn good. No big dents or dings. Just a few scratches.' 'Yeah.' I moved a panel that was leaning against a wheel. 'This tire looks good. Lots of...
I tried to make sense out of the last several days as the plane began its descent across the eastern Atlantic into the peninsular city of Dakar, capital of Senegal. From there it would be several hours of a dusty ride northeast to the village of Sagata, in Louga Province. I tried hard not to think of this as a banishment, and why it might have been banishmen...
I knew that my grandfather was going to visit us, so I wasn't shocked when I saw him that Thursday afternoon in the guest room. It was the way I saw him that set me back a bit. I walked down the hall that afternoon, and when I passed the bathroom I could tell that someone had gotten out of the shower recently. That someone was my grandfather, and while it w...
Even though Toby and I were fully confident Mr. Doherty was deviously playing matchmaker with us, it didn't stop our play from turning to actual panic when, across the house, we heard the familiar sound of keys rattling. Conveniently, after a few hours of rollicking about I was still somehow free of wearing spandex gear—Toby liked to hold it against me after...
Prologue: This is part of an ongoing series, documenting a long-term "threesome" relationship, that usually falls into the "group sex" category. However, there were times where it was just the two of us and this chapter documents a particularly steamy weekend between Darin and me, and the "gay male" category seems appropriate. Robin and I were living togethe...
My father-in-law, Robert, is more than just my wife's father. We have much in common. We both like to read and watch sports. We both like working with our hands. He likes to fish more than I do, but it's another thing that we do together. We help each other with our yard work and home maintenance. We can talk to each other. He's my friend and a buddy. In th...
All characters in this story are above the age of consent (18). The story and its characters are all fictional (even though I wish they were not). I love hearing your comments so please leave one. I love to get messages from my readers. * Behind schedule, over budget, and never good enough for the client, status quo for a creative director; that was my sit...
The two men in the garage of the split level home in Colonie, a suburb of the capital of New York State, could not have been more different in most ways, and it wasn't the wide disparity in ages that set them apart. The young man, Mark Willett, was a twenty year old college sophomore who played on the school's lacrosse team, and was a muscular lad who packe...
We ended up spending the night at the twins' place. Their bed wasn't meant for four people— at least not for actual sleeping— but we made it work. We basically got really friendly: whenever one of us moved, the rest of us would feel it. When I woke up the next morning, I found our blanket had fallen to the floor, and a bunch of our limbs were draped over th...