"Did anyone follow us here?" Peter looked over his shoulder, face sweating. "No." The lobby door closed behind them, shutting out the steamy air from the parking lot. "Thank goodness for air conditioning." Peter mopped his face with a handkerchief he took from the breast pocket of his rumpled suit. The beaded moisture soaked into the cloth and left only a...
This story is dedicated first to jfinn, who's story the The Human Condition at Lit inspired me to try my hands at gay erotica, and second to Annie Proulx, for being able to do in one line what I can't do in a hundred. If you haven't already, read her short story, Brokeback Mountain, or go watch the movie! A special thanks to my editors: Scintillating, danie...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
"I agree that it sounds peculiar and there may have been some foul play involved, but I can't understand exactly why you have come to me, Mr. Reardon. Whatever it was, it's over and done with and no ransom was ever demanded—or at least you say none was demanded and paid that you know of. As you say the police told you when you went there, it would be very di...
Having an identical twin means, among other things, always having a topic for conversation. If I'm talking to someone at a party, and the conversation starts to flag, all I have to do is mention my twin brother and off we go. People are fascinated; they want to know if we still dress alike (not any more, we're 35 now), if people still mistake us for one anot...
I saw an editorial in the Advocate the other day, an ode to love and monogamy, penned by someone who'd found his soul mate. Give up that promiscuous, joyless sex, he said. It can't ever be as good as sex with the one man you love. I shook my head after I read it. He made it all sound so simple. Maybe it was, for him. Once I thought Bruce Walker and I had a...
Daniel sat stunned! He just simply could not believe his own reaction to that photograph. Ok, so it was an erotic, perhaps even obscene, photograph, but he had seen erotic photography before without such an immediate and extreme reaction. But here he was, turned on like never before! Daniel had an obsession. He loved to have his partner tied to the bed, leg...
June 1929, Tokyo, Japan I was straining for him to start. I ran my hands down his hard-muscled back from the shoulder blades to his buttocks, pushing his trousers down further on his buttocks and clutching at the orbs, willing him to start the stroking. He was inside me deep and I was panting hard for him. He spoke from the hollow of my throat. "I . . . we...
"Are you sure? The trial starts tomorrow. You'll need your strength." Jason hadn't entered this territory with Carl before, but he thought it had to be said, that it was time that they both faced it. Carl didn't answer in spoken words; he showed what he was interested in by embracing Jason closer from behind and pressing the bulb of his cock at Jason's entr...
With well practiced skill, Elaine set her tray down and started unloading glasses. It didn't take her long at all, a few seconds really, to finish. The empty glasses clattered as she tried to push the heavy rack up over the top to the dishwashers. Her hands were a little slippery, and she almost didn't make it when another pair of hands came to the rescue. S...