Alien dust. It gets everywhere. It penetrates despite the best insulation science can devise. Cycling into the dome through the airlock from the crawler I feel the intimate rub of its familiar dry grittiness on my skin, that same urgency to cleanse it away. Once inside I head direct for the bath-unit. It's already in use. But I can hear the water tapering of...
I hate doctors...always have. My wife insists that I visit every damn year, just for a check-up, even if I feel fine. Maryanne is sort of paranoid about that—for her, every headache means a brain tumor, every age spot cancer. And then, when I turned thirty-five, she dropped the P bomb on me. A proctologist; oh boy, talk about the one doctor every guy would b...
(Author's note: This one will have multiple parts and I promise it won't be the emotionally draining read that my freshman effort here, "A Life Well-Loved", was. It will focus on sex, rooted in my sexual history as usual, all loosely strung together in a flimsy but hopefully heartwarming coming of age tale. Enjoy!) Part 1: I walked into Trax at a little af...
As I lay in my hotel room, 400 miles from home, my minds wanders from the pundits opining on the television. My mind wanders to a time many years ago, before life and responsibility had imposed their grip on my soul. I grew up in Derry, a small town about 20 miles from Wichita, Kansas, Derry is your typical rural community; big on football season and farmi...
Dear Readers, The much-awaited next chapter!! Sorry it took so long. Writing this kind of stuff got put on hold for a little while due to some love complications and graduate school. This chapter may not have any sexual parts, but I was trying to get some ends of the last few chapters straight and some other stuff out of the way so we can get to the really...
Whew! Chapter Two was a doozy, wasn't it? I hope you all enjoyed reading the really hot sex as much as I enjoyed writing it. Moving on now, let's see where Ryan and Erik go from here. As always, please please please comment! Whether you liked the chapter or not, I'd love to hear your thoughts. I'm addicted to it, in fact. Yours, HB Copyright (c) 2017...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Jake mentioned over tea that the drama department at his college was looking for someone to help out with the Christmas pantomime. It was still early November but rehearsals were already underway. "I didn't think you were interested in drama, Jake." "I'm not actually in it," he replied, th...
I was sitting at a small table in the corner of the cocktail lounge trying to relax and analyze what I had just heard and figure out what I was going to do for an income now that I was unemployed. I was angry and mystified. I had spent the last 2 days, in a hotel conference room, listening to hostile strangers tell me they had just bought the defense contr...
First let me say this Vampires exist, not only that they walk among you, living beneath the radar as it were, hidden from the humans that are scattered across the world, my kind is secretive, and only one rule exists that all must follow or else find ourselves on the end of a stake and that rule is keep the secret. My name is Louis and I was turned in 1784...
I loved the library coffee joint. I'm saying "library coffee joint" because there's no name for the place. It was completely unassuming in every way and resembled something closer to an airport grab-and-go than anything else. A no-frills menu and three small aluminum tables. At any number of hip urban joints, I could easily have gotten flustered by choice. W...