I had made contact online with an elderly gentleman who professed a desire to spank the bottoms of willing younger men. No other form of sexual gratification was offered, but I was attracted to his confident demeanour and his dominant responses to my emails. He did say he liked the look of my bottom from my pictures and would take pleasure in spanking it. He...
Neal wasn't the sort of guy people noticed much. He could walk through a room of people talking—even a room full of people he knew—and get to the other side without being greeted or noticed. He could have conversations with strangers and then the stranger wouldn't recognize him if they met again. He was a guy of no standout talents, no distinctive looks othe...
Working Up The Nerve I had never done anything like this before; it was risky hooking up with someone you met on an app, especially for me. He could leave me bloody and bruised on the side of the road after taking all my money; hell it could be a group of backward thinking Neanderthals wanting to kill me. Or worse yet, he could destroy my life in another way...
As they opened the garage door, they noted their parents' car. They knew that either Dad had revealed it to Mom, or used lunch as an excuse to come home, so they would have to tell her themselves. Knowing Dad, it was the latter, and he evaded Mom's questions, if she asked him any at all. Dad was good at evading unwanted questions. That's where the twins had...
Chapter 1: Tabula Rasa Shock works that way. A person runs on automatic. I read that once. Like an old movie projection camera rolling in slow motion. Click, click, click. The film sticks. Celluloid melts. My fate-- part of the mangled frames. I never believed in fate until now. "Wes, you make your fate," my father used to say. Tabula rasa. Blank sla...
The couch was lived-in. I like that about furniture-- one more thing I had in common with Hec, I presumed. We fidgeted our feet, scratched our crotches and chewed our lips. I took the lone candy cane from the box that sat between us and looked into Hec's eyes. Pete watched us both. Char had insisted we bring him down to watch us finish decorating the tree. I...
(Journey to Mirage is a fifteen-chapter gay male novel of a young man's journey into the totality of the gay male life as he crosses the United States from Baltimore to Arizona as a "star" of a "fantasy experiences" movie being filmed en route to a gay film festival in Mirage, Arizona. Chapters will post approximately every two days and will be completed wit...
The summer air was dead. It was only Noon and it was already hot. It was going to be another scorcher today. I walked with my head down from Phil's Auto Body on the deserted sidewalk. Phil was my dad. I went to work for him after high school. No prospects for college, I wasn't interested in school anyway. My grades hadn't been that great and besides, I liked...
Authors Note: Chapter 26 contains no hot steamy sex, sorry! (At the tail end of Chapter 25, Mike's parents were visiting him at the school, and the following took place.) Dad's cell phone suddenly chirped, and he looked to see an unfamiliar calling number. "Hello?" Dad answered. "Hello, is this Mr. Hamlin, Mike's father?" the voice said. "Speaking."...
It's been maybe three years since my first time. I thought I would never get another chance to feel a cock inside me again. I had posted personal ads occasionally over the years in hopes of getting another chance. After enough people disappearing on me or my own lack of courage to go through with it, it seemed that there would never be a second time. I was w...