-Note from the author- 'I apologise profusely for such a gap between the stories. It is amazing how life can sweep you away and distract you. I intend to finish these stories however, as they always had a beginning, middle and end in my mind. I thank everyone for their patients in waiting for this next chapter and further, for all your support. Hearing feed...
I stepped out of his closet into paradise. Color and light. Huge windows. Space. Bookshelves to the ceiling. Purple walls. Hec's bed looked like something out of Middle Earth-- a four poster made out of tree trunks. Its roots appeared to sprout from out of the floor, and vines carved and wound around the trucks from base to canopy and across. No mistaking...
We sat around the dining table like a klatch of eclectic, existentialist wannabes. I laughed to myself as I looked from one to the other. Isadora sat at the head of the table. She changed from earlier, and tonight she was dressed in a rainbow assortment of veils-- 50 possibly, or maybe 200-- she was an elephantine woman after all. To my right was Hec, dres...
I woke up in a coughing fit. Pete was swinging and singing as the sun poured into the room. I sat up, then hacked some more. I tried to suppress the fit, but it didn't work-- I woke Hec. "Hey," he said, "thought you were over that." "Probably the aftermath," I said. "Nothing serious. My throat's just scratchy." "Mmm, maybe I could itch it for you." "Mmm...
**********AUTHOR'S NOTES********** Since I failed to warn about the Hetero sex in the last chapter I figured I would move my Author's notes to the top rather than the bottom, to give adequate warning for any specifically non-gay male category elements. n this chapter there will be slight Het sex but no real detail on it. There will also be some non-consent...
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A few months after my first bookstore adventure in my hometown, I moved to St. Louis to continue school. It was the early 80s and urban revitalization had yet to hit downtown. There were a couple of blocks of businesses and bars on Laclede's Landing by the Arch and then a sort of no-mans-land between that and the Central West End - filled with dilapidated an...
After the hot interlude at the party in La Jolla in the bathroom with Martin, there wasn't much said about what had happened for about a week. But I did notice a definite change in our sex together. She was becoming more and more dominant and was becoming very aggressive both physically and verbally. She bought a black leather halter that went over her shou...
When I got home from Adam's house I went straight to my room and fell into bed. It wasn't that late but I was exhausted from the fucking he'd given me. I drifted off to sleep, and when I woke up and looked around, the dim light in the room told me the sun was about to rise. I was still wearing the clothes I'd worn the night before, so I sat up enough to pee...
siktici ©2017 * I avoided writing this story for years, at first, out of sheer embarrassment. Some of it is true, some of it is embellished with slivers of truth. I couldn't deny the story any longer, as it insisted. I closed a 21-year military career on March 1997; I came out to myself (To do so while in the military was still a pension killer); and I we...