Tuesday-Wednesday, 4-12 April, Richmond to Just North of Danville, Virginia The men in the train had barely settled down, a bit more than two hours after they had cleared through the skirmishes at Manchester, across the James River from Richmond, and headed west along the river bank, before they pulled off on a siding in a forest near the town of Goochland....
This is a totally true story of my youthful experiences with my friend, and lover, Wayne. Wayne was my first, and my last, male lover and even though I’ve had no same sex relationships with anyone but him I still consider myself to be bisexual. This is my first submission, and I expect to follow it with many others as I fondly remember, and chronicle, my rel...
This is a novella length romance story. There will be plenty of sex, but it won't appear in every chapter. (warning: contains elements of prostitution) Copyright 2019 Jesse quickly settled smoothly into my routine. He was prompt, attentive, and I found him to be both thoughtful and witty. Even though we interacted minimally, I enjoyed having him around on...
I can see the headline: "Couple found strangled in paint aisle; home stager suspected." Ace Hoffman's shitty afternoon had bled into the evening, turning his mood sour and sharp. His last appointment of the day was supposed to be a simple design consultation, a first-time evaluation of the home with a list of suggestions. No heavy lifting, in and out in nin...
"So... onto the first consummation," I suggested, pausing for the two men to reposition themselves and sit alongside each other on the couch. "In this painting, Adam is... er... making love to Stephen. Am I okay to describe it like that?" I'd expected Adam to haughtily inform me that one man doesn't make love 'to' another but rather that their sex is collab...
* Doug * For my first morning in Austin, Todd and Aaron take me to a quaint little cafe for breakfast. That's how they describe it. Quaint. "You'll love this place, Dougie," Todd says enthusiastically. "It's so quaint." "Quaint" is not quite the word I would use myself. Maybe "gentrified." It's an old house that has been converted into a restaurant and som...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic. The novella is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly romantic, lopsidedly erotic,...
"Why Goa? And where is it?" The question had come from the second row of those few sitting in the dimly lit voluminous lecture hall at Georgetown University, the venerable Jesuit-founded stone Gothic-style campus towering over the Potomac River west of the Washington, D.C., city center. The query was posed to the tall, thin, distinguished-looking professor...
We live in a university town, my wife and I, and we live in a neighborhood within five blocks of the edge of that university. It's an affluent neighborhood, built on heavily wooded, well-manicured lots on the side of a ridge, with narrow streets running up and down and twisting here and there. Almost like the country, but a wealthy enclave right in the small...
I walked into my Civil War history class on the first day of the fall semester. I enrolled in this class as a crip credit. My Dad was a Civil War buff and I spent my entire life hearing about the various battles, participants, what should have been done, stupid mistakes that were made, and endless trivia. Countless weekends were spent going to Civil War batt...