"Let's head over to West 4th for a pickup game, whadda ya say?" It was a hot summer New York night, the kind where it doesn't dip below 80 degrees and anyone and everyone is out and about, looking for something to do. The idea sounded like a great one to Ernesto; his friends, however, weren't as enthusiastic. "Whadda ya fucking crazy? It's fucking hot as f...
RICHARD: These mechanical vehicles were fast, sickeningly so! I had never went so fast in my life! I held onto the rails, as the buggy jumped over hills. I wondered was this as fast or faster than Rejon. It definitely felt faster! However, the ride didn't last too long! We arrived in the canyons an hour and a half later, everyone getting out. We headed i...
Some say that rain is a sign of peace when a loved one passes on, but on this day it simply steeped the sadness that comes with an untimely death. The dark clouds loomed above like a spiritual ceiling and occasional claps of thunder jostled the mourning family. Because it was late summer, many people were on vacation. Many close friends and even a fair amoun...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I had not intended to write a series or a sequel to this story at the time that I submitted it. However based on the comments that I received encouraging me to continue this story, I have decided to write another chapter. If that is well received then I will continue with these characters. Thank you for the positive feedback. ***** SPEEDO PO...
The drama department's bulletin board was plastered with sign-up sheets for auditions. Tristan's eyes flitted over his options, skipping anything directed by undergrads. He had limited time this semester as it was his last year at school and he wanted to build a strong portfolio of successful shows before graduating. He found one bulletin that listed the dir...
Thanks in advance for any and all feedback and votes. I welcome all sent me. Please, 18 years old and up only allowed. Characters in this story are at least of that age as well, even if not indicated. I put this in the gay category though I am really not sure. Its a slow developing tale, unlike my other stories. It will again develop into a transvestite/t...
This is a slow build kind of story. Read Tanners and the Banker's Boy for a background on the main character, and also for a very sexual story. The seventh day market was possibly the most obnoxious event in the town. Charles the Younger had been stuck in the crowd for the better part of an hour, guiding his horse anywhere there was an opening and shooing...
Note that the poetry in this story is original to the author. It's owned by the story author. ***** I kiss the dew from your lips, pausing to revel in the moonlight glistening on the yielding treasure of you, anticipating the paradise of the cool of the desert night yielding to the melting sun. "Do not tarry, my love," you murmur. "I see the oasis an...
It was my worst nightmare come true. My lover had caught me getting sucked off by our best friend. I gaped speechless at them, Lloyd still kneeling before me, my wet cock hanging out of the front of my pants. As stunned as I was, I couldn't help noticing a hint of detached amusement in our host's eyes. No matter what he was thinking, Richard's manners were...
Here by My Side an Angel Here by My side the Devil Never turn your back on my Never turn your back on me again Here by my side it is Heaven. -Matthew Good "Weapon" Hotlanta Chp. 5 All N A Second As he stood looking trough the glass at Martice, he could only pray he would get him back. It had been a week since he had shown any signs of responding and even...