Simon Clore, the senior partner of Clore & Son, where I worked as an accountant, passed by me frequently during the evening office party, lightly touching me intimately each time, leaving no doubt what he wanted from me. He had me in such a vice. Not only did my livelihood depend on keeping him satisfied with me, but also he was married to my second cousin,...
This story takes place in Nigeria. The year is 1968 and the country was in the midst of civil war. The Ibo's, a tribe that lived in the eastern region on Nigeria had broken away following the assassination of the Nigerian Premier. The Ibo's called their territory Biafra and as this area contained Nigeria's oil reserves tensions were running high. In the nort...
Nari and I met with Stephanie in a coffee shop in Greenwich Village. She had hair as black as the darkest night and was disheveled in a manner that looked is if were deliberately styled to look that way. Nari referred to it as the "just got fucked" hairstyle. She had pale skin, which stood out in sharp contrast to her dark hair, black eyeliner, black t-shi...
Ben, Robert and Ian previously appeared in "Ben is Kept Under Control". It was late in the afternoon on a cold and wet Sunday in Toronto in October 1974 and I'd spent a dreary day doing backed-up laundry and cleaning my apartment when the phone rang. When I heard the voice on the line my mood instantly changed for the better. It was Robert calling from Lo...
Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with any persons living or dead are wholly coincidental... Constructive feedback is good and welcome, bitchy flame mail is not. Feedback to questions received: Our hero Ooxa... "What is up with the pronunciation (spelling)?" The Mandan language has sounds and letters that do not appear in the...
Everyone depicted in the story is over 18. All the characters are fictional; if you think you recognize yourself you're mistaken. The story is fiction is fiction of course but I hoped to capture some of the confusion and anxiety of discovering something new about yourself, especially in a small town. The story takes a dark turn. Not all first times end l...
Mitch lay quietly in bed as the dawn slowly flooded the bedroom. He was enjoying his morning and the soft breathing of his boyfriend sleeping in the bed beside him. He couldn't believe that they were already 6 weeks into the semester, and fall break was approaching. He knew they both needed a break, but on a graduate student stipend there wasn't really much...
It's New York in 1974 and twenty-four-year old Ben is spending the weekend with Robert and Ian, two vacationing leather tops from England. After starting out by letting him suck their dicks, tying him up and fucking him, they'd moved on and begun loaning him out to others. All three had been invited to a sex party, due to start in the early hours of Sunday....
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the final chapter and the conclusion of "Halls." Thanks to all of you who've written and told me you've enjoyed Glenn and Drew's story. This will be the last of the "Steelman Tales" for quite a while, I suspect. KN I didn't have much time for the next few weeks after Drew's departure to m...
And his wife and son I breathed on my new chromed nametag and polished it on my sleeve. I had been promoted: Sergeant Lincoln Lovel. I attached it to my blue uniform shirt, checked myself out one more time in the mirror, and walked outside to the police car in my driveway. Life is good. My utility belt gleamed, newly polished; my buttons all glittered; even...