Chapter 7 The following morning, I woke up to the sun beaming into the room. It wasn't directly on us but it was giving light to the room. I looked at the clock next to the TV and it read 10:37 am. Matthew was still asleep only in his briefs, like I was. He was face down with the pillow just barely covering his head. I decided not to wake him and slipped ou...
"Where did you get those? Those look fresh. You said that Cole didn't . . ." "No, it wasn't Cole. It's OK, it doesn't hurt much." Tab had called the bank and asked Ben Semple if he was interested in a nooner at the apartment. "Always," Ben had answered. "I'll be there in ten." Ben was already stripping his shirt off as he entered his apartment, and that'...
Driving into the north end of town and turning onto the Upper Head road to rise to the top of the bluff where the three rambling old mansions stood, Eddie Geer wondered why it had taken him so long to visit Shernhaven. He'd always been told that the small, harbor village where his English ancestors had settled in America three hundred and fifty-five years ag...
Victor grunted as he pushed up and pulled down the dumbbell. I was standing behind the dumbbell rest as his spotter. "So when do I meet him?" he grunted out. I looked down at him, confused, "Who?" "You know who, your new boyfriend," he pushed the dumbbell all the way up and I helped him place it on the rest. He sat up and turned to me, "I've met your last...
I awoke in my lovers arms. I just relaxed and gazed at him as he slept. It's been months since we made love and I woke up and in his arms. He's such a handsome sight, adorable, breathing loudly, his hair misshapen from sleep. I kissed his face all over, as softly as I could so as not to wake him. It was a cold morning. I enjoyed his warmth. I got close and c...
Greg stood by the refrigerator drinking from his beer as his eyes traveled over the body of the man lying on the floor with his head under the kitchen sink. At 29, Greg had lived in his apartment for a little over 5 years. It was common knowledge to the other tenants that the 6', 160lb hunk that lived upstairs only allowed men in his bed. Over the past 11...
Since the 1930s my extended family has had a remote ranch in a hidden Colorado Rockies valley abutting Medicine Bow National Park south from Laramie, Wyoming. The mountain fasts there—almost alpine in environment—are majestic, but they can be raw and cruel as well. Our family raised cattle there and took timber off the mountainsides in a planned "thinning"...
"How do I look?" asked Matthew before he stepped into my truck. He wore a light blue polo shirt with blue skinny jeans. I had told him to wear something casual. Which he did. "Looks great," I said. Matthew opened the door and hopped into the truck. We had gotten used to not kissing in front of his house. For fear either his mom or neighbors would see. With...
******The characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are fictional******* Chapter 8 It had been a long week, but it was finally Friday. For school, I had a huge project to finish which took up most of my time. And on top of that, I still had to work. Which didn't give me any time to spend with Matthew. Thankfully we were able to keep in touch over...
Troy was staring into the Cross Keys Winery shelf of the dimly lit wine cellar in the basement of Professor Hammond's house, his arms extended and his hands grasping the edge of the shelf, as Brad Baylor, Hammond's "significant other" rose up from behind him where he'd been knelt, working Troy's hole with his tongue. The strong hands of the James Madison Uni...