Chapter Two Two Weeks Later "God, I'll be glad when this damn thing comes off," Trace muttered as he drove back up to the little mountainside resort he'd been staying at the last two weeks. Before he'd left home, he'd had to assure the chief that he'd find a doctor to see while he was gone. According to the guy he'd found, his arm was slowly mending, thoug...
This story was first published in 2010 as part of GayAuthors Fall Anthology: No Going Back Chapter One Trace kept one eye trained on the rearview mirror at the car that had been behind him for the last couple of miles. No matter where he went the car seemed to stick with him. So far it hadn't gotten close enough for him to make out any specific details oth...
Jackson was going over his own plans in his head as he drove. He knew that Trace wanted him to keep out of whatever it was they were walking into, but he also knew that there was no way he was letting Trace handle this by himself. He had the training for situations similar to this and depending on the layout of the place, he might just be able to get in with...
This is fiction based on fantasy involving a married couple and the husband's desire for gay sex. If this upsets you, please don't bother reading it. Thanks for any comments. ***** My wife and I were on vacation, spending some time in Portland, Oregon. When we are away from home like that, we like to do things we would shy away from in our home town. In...
Two Days Later Trace found himself sitting on the porch as he tried to decide what to do for the day. He would have loved to go for a swim in the pond, but his arm prevented that. He was trying to decide if he felt like taking Hercules and going for a hike when he saw Jackson walking towards his cabin. He loved to watch the way Jackson moved. He was wearing...
(I had just finished fixing a wobbly desk in some important prof's swank office. I smile at the realization the desk repair was not a big a job as I thought it would be. I had quoted the prof four hours, but had only taken two. That meant two hours with nada to do. I looked around hoping to find a way to amuse myself, when all of the sudden I notice this boo...
The dark head slowly rose, followed by the rest of the large, powerful body. Kneeling for an hour or more did not come easy when one's legs were not human but goat. Sotirios groaned softly as he stretched, his hands rubbing over his face and his closely trimmed beard. Prostration was easier, but he felt a personal touch to his prayers, such as making things...
My name is Heracles. Better known as Hercules, the greatest superhero of the Ancient World. A Symbol of Masculinity and Military Power. A lot has been written about me. Some call me the Son of Zeus, King of the Gods. Stepson of Amphitryon, Commander in Chief of the Army of Thebes, the most powerful country in the land of Greece. Cousin of Eurystheus, King of...
Robert and I are buddies. I guess you could better say we're buddies with benefits. Although we aren't exclusively involved and don't live together or anything, we do enjoy doing a lot of buddy things together and particularly enjoy 'getting together' on occasion. Robert and I first met at a gym in Chelsea soon after we each had arrived in New York. We bo...
As we wrapped up our introduction to being a French assistant the head mistress of St. Wulfgrags college in Wustishire gave us one last warning. "Some of the boys, even some of the girls at this school, can behave very inappropriately towards members of staff in order to gain attention. Under no circumstances give them what they want. As long as they do no...