We had just had sex. It used to be that we made love. Or he made love not to me. I made love to him. It was so stupidly ironic—I couldn't stand him for a long time. He did not pursue me or even speak to me. But he did do that a hundred times over, by avoiding me, looking away from me when I accidentally looked at him. We had had student housing at Traylor U...
Trevor yawned and stretched, realising he was nuzzled into Lion's chest, Lion's arms wrapped comfortingly around him. "Morning." Lion smiled. "Uh, yeah. Morning." Trevor felt himself blush. He propped himself up on his elbows and yawned again. Lion got out of the bed and stretched, he pulled on his jeans and shirt and excused himself so that Trevor could g...
MAX & THE CITY by KABS© The characters in this piece of literature are all sexually active personages being fictional consenting adults, of course entirely for literary enjoyment and/or sexual arousal by non-fictional ones. Graphic narrative depictions of homosexual activity are presented. Any reader's personal aversion to such behaviour should likewise ave...
Brad was a guy who loved his wife to bits. But his curiosity got the best of him when got to chatting to Pete on a gay dating site. Having been hitched for thirty years he lived, up to recently, a normal and loving relationship with his wife Pauline. In his mind he knew he had homosexual tendencies, especially when he was young but, on meeting Pauline, all...
Aaron woke up first from the nap and looked beside him and Gus and Mark still resting soundly. He went to the kitchen and pulled the fresh filets from the fridge and got them prepped for dinner along with the guac and side of pasta. He set the table on the deck and poured three glasses of red wine and made his way back down the hall to wake his guys for dinn...
Its' pitch was grating but musical and, despite the increasing volume of pain weaving through it, the sound just barely managed to drag me from unconsciousness. That sound, that awful sound so full of agony and anger, flung itself into the air where it hung suspended for a time, stubbornly refusing to die until it had permeated every corner of the earth. Whe...
Henri Bragger looked around the seminar room at the World Bank symposium in Washington, D.C., giving a nod here and a little smile there. He was among old friends—or at least long-time colleagues. His own Swiss bank, the Banca Privata Reichstein, was one of the most reputable—and safest—banking institutions throughout the world. And he had been with the bank...
It was a warm, sunny afternoon and my friend Tick and I were sitting under a tree on the Riverwalk, on a grassy patch under the Main Public Library reading. It was a rare occasion for Tick to find a book interesting enough to read, but apparently the steamy romance novel he found on one of the City Shelter's book shelves was doing it for him. Yes, we caught...
Fall 2005 Zach held the door for Ryan as they stepped out of the bail bondsman's dingy office. "I like the Bikers for Boobs breast cancer poster." "Sorry, I know this probably isn't how you wanted to spend your reading break." It was just like his sister Amy to call and ask him to bail her out when he was in the middle of having his own crisis. They'd been...
I'd been working a lot of hours recently and had quit my job as chief bouncer at the Party Time bar several days ago. I'd had an offer from one of my buddies to stay at his cabin for a few months. George knew I wanted to be alone to do some writing and I knew he was having a problem with hunters. All in all we were able to help each other. I got a free place...