Nate woke to the feel of gentle but rough fingertips soothing the swollen skin of his face. He opened his eyes to see the beautiful blues of Brandon Nash staring down at him. “Wake up, Nate. We’re here.” Nate shook himself in a bid to wake up. “I still say I can stay by myself. I hate to put you out like this.” “We had this argument back at the hospital,...
Please note that while the subject matter is gay the people are related. *************** "I'm sorry," I said sheepishly when I noticed that my grandfather was standing in the doorway of Grandma's old sewing room, which had turned into a computer room after her arthritis made that hobby too uncomfortable. "Not nice to snoop around, Andy," my grandfather sa...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
Day one of my summer long visit to my grandparents farm had certainly been an interesting one, I thought to myself as I prepared for what I expected to be at best a fitful night's sleep. It was amusing in a way to think that while I had managed to keep a very personal secret from my folks for 18 years, a few hours up here and I was exposed. I had made a fri...
"Hey, Tom, could you get me a coke while you're in there?" He nodded, grabbing them from the garage. He filled two drinking glasses with ice and poured the soda in, the ice cracking and popping. Another he filled with water. Grandma didn't drink coke herself. He brought them out to the deck and set them out on the table. "Thanks," said Aric. "So you've...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
Chapter 11: First Encounters Adam smiled with glee as he walked into the empty room, his fat, balding grandfather coming in with him. "Is this one good, boy?" "Yeah it is!" The teen said as he put the box of items down onto the floor, "So, you and gramma are REALLY going to Germany??" "Not yet, son, you're still a minor. When ya turn 18 though, that's whe...
The guy moving into the apartment across from ours just seemed like a typical early, middle-aged 40s dude. I didn't pay that much attention to him. He a couple of guys were muscling his furniture and boxes up the concrete stairs and into his apartment. I said hey and he introduced himself as Harold. I told him I was Kevin and gave his buddies the nod as I wa...
Brandon complained all the way to the car. "I told you, I don't want a bachelor party." Keith shook his head. "I don't remember asking whether you wanted one or not. Every guy has to have a bachelor party. Back me up, Wayne." Wayne grinned. "I'm not sure, but I think maybe it's a law." Les, home from college for the wedding, opened one of the rear doors o...
I rise slowly to my feet, tears leave a thin trail of wetness on my cheeks. The silhouette before me remains as still as it had when I first saw him standing there. Walking cautiously toward dad, he begins to move very slowly. He raises both arms above my head. I feel the leather belt he is holding become a collar around my neck, it pulls through the buckle,...