I left work early Friday afternoon to drive to my cousin's home in the country for the weekend. He and his wife had offered their place to me while they were out of town on vacation. I've never been to their place before, so they e-mailed me directions, but I was now beginning to question their accuracy since I seemed to have been driving down the same back...
This work is copyrighted and is property of the author. If gay stories offend you or if they are illegal in your area, leave. Any resemblance to any people alive or dead, or any event is purely coincidental. If any of the main characters resemble you...well, lemme find my number... Chapter 2 Sebastian was in a bitch of a mood. He maneuvered his utility ren...
Hardesty wasn't in the best of moods when he got to the precinct, and the guys and gals there didn't help it any—as he knew they wouldn't. "Had a hard night?" he was greeted at the door, accompanied by a snigger. "Found it hard to get to work today, Hardesty?" boomed a voice from one end of the vice squad room. "Hard morning, Hardesty?" another voice chim...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may...
(Author's Note: This story was originally written under the name Mychael Black.) * One thousand and I didn't look a day over twenty-five. No wrinkles, no gray hairs. Just a few scars from a life long-passed. They were faded reminders of battles fought and won. Well, most of them had been won. The last? It was what put me here, on the road to eternal life....
Author's note - I interrupt my upload of poorly-written decades old fantasies (more of those later) for a recent update on the story of meeting John on the adult personals site. ***** The weekend was freezing. Winter had come to my town a bit late but with a vengeance. I sat alone at home wondering what to do with the weekend. For those of you from the no...
Based on a true story. I was a teenager working in a photo lab after school and on weekends. The money and the environment was better than fast food, but I didn't work enough or make enough yet to have a car. Usually, I rode my bike to work, but needed repair, because on this particular day, I found myself walking to the bus stop. I had a half-mile walk to...
After tending to the needs of the bound burglar in the exercise room, I entered the living room of the house on Park to find that there had been an addition. "The pizza came, and maybe soon the pizza man will come as well," Eric said cheerfully to me, as I walked in. Eric was sitting in the middle of the sofa and had a young guy, certainly no more than nine...
He wasn't the father of a friend, but more like the father of a friend of one of my friends, which was how I got invited to the pool party at his house on a hot day in August of 1972. I never had met him before that day, and never saw him again afterwards, but I got to know him very well that Saturday. *** Mr. Thurman was his name, and back then when you w...
Watching the phone just doesn't make it ring. What it's doing is making my stomach ache, my mind run rampant with worry. Imagination is a real pain in the ass sometimes, all the crap that creeps in, doubt, anxiety, speculation, it's all just way too much. I'd expected my spring break to be fun, maybe relaxing sorta. What's happened over the past few days ha...