Brian knew he'd been impetuous. Unfortunately, it was a little late for realizing that. He turned his head from the window of the Cyprus Air plane as it cleared the French coast above Marseilles and sailed out over the Mediterranean. He looked over at the two young men sitting across the aisle from him in first class, aching for them—either one of them. It w...
Sean had begged Preston to stay behind to keep the business going, But Preston would have none of it. He had gone from being too poor to own a slave in a 'country' where slaves and land were the only things of value, to helping and harboring and even being intimate with a runaway slave. He had changed from a supporter of slave ownership. Now he had killed a...
(Authors Note: This is the 8th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03, Ch04. Best wishes to everyone for a Merry Christmas!) Time marched on. Charles and I had been together for ten years and had flown to Aspen for a combination anniversary/Thanksgiving ski trip. We were staying a...
It all began at my eighteenth birthday party. My parents just would not believe that I was through with all that juvenile 'birthday' stuff, so I had to endure one more embarrassing round of phoney smiles and worthless gifts from all my parents' family and friends. I am, I have learned since, a fairly attractive guy. Short, about 5'7" and slim but not too ski...
I knelt there on the artist's couch between Rafa's spread thighs, my hands gripping his knees—moving his knees out as I buried my cock in him and moving them together as I withdrew my cockhead almost to his opening, never, though, losing purchase inside him. The young Greek man, not more than nineteen by my reckoning and as handsome as Apollo, slitted his ey...
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I backed against the lockers and prepared to defend myself. I knew I couldn't fight them all. One or two maybe but together I was easily outnumbered. My conscious mind was chaotic. My subconscious however was planning. Words formed on my lips to protect me. His fist seemed to slow down and I wasn't sure whether it was the vampire blood in my system or my m...
Phil ambled through the narrow streets of the small village. At this time of the year he liked to be comparatively near to where his family had their original home and Litochoro was as good as any of the similar villages in the vicinity. "Hey, Phil." He turned at the shout and returned the wave from a young man. He had already been there several days and...
*Hey y'all. It was nice to have a break with no dangling story threads to worry about. This story was one I had cooking for the Halloween story contest, but it took me a few extra months to finish it. For anyone who has read my 'Bottom Tier' stories, this is more of that format. This story, as it stands alone, is a complete story with a beginning, a middle...
[Nothing matters if you're gone...] +++ We have this habit of walking to the yogurt place a few blocks down Ventura from our house. I load mine up with fruit and cereals while Navid loads his down with protein bits and healthy stuff for muscles. I was excited when we saw one inside the casino resort he took me to for the weekend. It was a business trip wit...