There once was a policeman named Laidley Small, who didn't deserve it. He was a policeman, sure enough, but he wasn't small. And he couldn't get laid. For months, ever since my return from six months as a hostage of terrorists in Colombia (where I was made to crave a good, stalwart cock and where I became a cum-slut), my life was one sexual adventure afte...
"They say you can survive high school. Well, perhaps not. A homage to slashers, everything Lynchian, high schools, crime and punishment, sex and conservatism, popular culture and romance, this loosely written and casually spun novella takes you into the repressed and the debauched, the murders and the laughs, the families and the friends of a good ole Amer...
Hey, I want to start this off by disclaiming that I am in no way a writer and that this isn't to be taken as a serious piece of literature. I simply want to share my experience with you all. This is based on true events from my past. Thanks, Dominic. ———————————— As an openly gay man, all of my closest friends have been female since I came out. The only...
Everybody was decked out in cowboy boots, jeans, and bandannas at the afternoon barbecue. Of course, Derek with his sleeveless button-up shirt, tight jeans (with a big buckle belt), and cowboy boots looked like the Playgirl cover model for the cowboys issue. Everyone watched him swagger around the patio. Karen gave him a cowboy hat, and every gay guy and str...
I had just arrived at my college freshman orientation. I had decided to look for an apartment because the dormitory would be too expensive and I understood that living in an apartment would be much more economical. Of course I could not afford an expensive apartment. The local paper advertised a number of rooms for rent but most were way over my budget. Howe...
Herb went to Baltimore's Mount Vernon Stable and Saloon on North Charles Street several blocks up from the inner harbor fairly often for lunch. He didn't go there for the food, although it was good. He went there, first, because he didn't want to see any of his coworkers at Dunstan and Dunstan outside of the nearby office at Franklin and West Liberty and the...
Chapter One: Earliest Time I have no memory of a beginning. From the time I first had any sense of being alive, all of my efforts were taken up with trying to find enough berries, nuts, and leaves that wouldn't sicken me to make me able to move in the forest and shelter under low-lying branches when the threat of the elements or the Others arose. Even in sa...
Sorry folks for the delay. My computer crashed from a virus and I've just resurrected this chapter from Word--phew! I am submitting it now rather than work on it more since I'm not sure I can save it to my currently inaccessible hard drive. More to follow! -------------------------------------------------- I woke up with a start. I could have sworn James...
Hey readers, please let me know what you think of my story. If you're not gay, move on as this won't appeal to you. Remember, it's MY fantasy--and only a story! Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------- The next morning I woke up on time and hustled to get ready for work. Thankfully, I was early enough that I beat Alex to the kitchen and had h...
It was 5:30pm on a Friday night and Jack was exhausted after a long week of classes. A junior in college, he was studying hard to get into graduate school while working part-time to help pay his tuition. He definitely wasn't energetic enough to go out later that night with some friends, but still needed an endorphin boost. Might as well go to the gym, he tho...