This is the first chapter of a finished, five-chapter novella, which will complete posting by the end of November 2017. ***** Taking him. All of him inside me. Fucking me doggy style on a platform bed in a seedy beach hotel cabana room just steps away from the ocean north of Suva, in Fiji, across a thin line of coconut palms from the top of the beach. He w...
Ethan I looked down the mountain, and I smile when I see the water below, far from here, far enough for what I plan to do. My name is Ethan Cullen... And I guess that's it... I wish I could have said I was dead-gorgeous, popular, with many friends and happy, but why should I lie since I'm going to die in maybe one or two hours from now? My life is just like...
*****– Damien. Bending over the counter I suddenly felt his body behind me, so much heat radiated off of him. God he was sexy. Looking over my shoulder I flashed him a shy grin and wiggled my tush a little in his direction. His eyes moved from my ass to my face, his 6'5 frame towering over me as he smiled. Staring into a face I've never seen before my eyes...
Speedy raindrops from the silver-lining clouds soak Allen's thin cotton green t-shirt, outlining his muscular physique as his casual clothes tighten around his smooth body. Kris's windbreaker repels the happy tears from the sky, bouncing with splats off his jacket. Allen gently pulls Kris's hood back, allowing the rain to freefall into Kris's tall hair that...
"I could die on an airplane that small." "So that's why I find you at the airport bar," I said and then laughed. "I suppose we all need a good excuse to get liquored up, Gary. The running joke of you being afraid of flying is as good as any to start drinking this early in the day." I had stumbled on Gary Meltzer in the Coaches' Corner bar in Atlanta's Hatf...
It was September, 1972 and I was beginning my sophomore year in college. Academically I was in excellent standing and decided I could handle a few more challenging courses especially when it came to elective subjects. So, I enrolled in a Modern European History class. The class was rather small and after the first session I understood why. The professor app...
"A candidate for the Bermuda Triangle, might you say?" Dean said to Penn across the cocktail table. They were sitting at a window of the Splendor Lounge on the Champion of the Sea mega tourist ship on the first full night of its sail from Baltimore to Bermuda. The two, both members of the ship's dance troupe were looking over a thirtiesh blond, well-formed,...
There was no question that the handsome young man was Navy. He was standing across the cafeteria table from me decked out in pristine Navy enlisted whites from the circular cap down to his broad chest of white tunic with navy-blue turtleneck underneath and blue string tie to his slim waist wrapped in a thick white web belt and polished brass buckle, and on d...
I could not have been in any steamier place or time for my sexual awakening. Bangkok, Thailand, in the eighties was sin city extraordinaire. Anything went there; everything was tolerated. It was a mai bin rai ("nevermind; whatever, it's OK") place, and everything was not only tolerated, but it also was on offer—and almost always for free or at a very good pr...
GAY-FOR-PAY Part 2 By Ford2020 Abel pulls his car into a spot in the wide parking lot, nearly empty at this time of day, and looks around as if expecting to see someone he knows here. He takes out his phone and thumbs through the column of numbers until he finds the one he wants. He pauses. Fidgets. Hesitates. Fiddles with the display. Adjusts it. And the...