This work is copywrited 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. My neediness knows no bounds; I require constructive feedback. Feedback I say! Chapter 5 He was a moron. More-on. Moh-ah-ron. His grandpa could get abo...
*All characters are 18+ Subsequent chapters may take a little longer as I will be working on Poor Simon* Darryl Smith did not have an exulted life. He was not living the American dream. He was a janitor at a high school with a social society like Lord of the Flies. The teachers were snooty, the sports stars got their asses kissed by everyone, and every...
After weeks of clear blue skies and hot days, the weather turned on Thursday. The motorcycle has been laid up for weeks (a minor incident months ago snowballing into weeks waiting for parts, and discovering wet clutches have fascinating differences with dry ones). But on cold wet days, not having to deal with rain clothes when visiting the bathhouse is not a...
Hi guys, apologies for my submission. I have been busy with work and submissions will take a while from now on. By now, it should be obvious that Ch.03 was not an error! XD ***** Alec: Wisps of steam rise from the stream as it rustles and flows along the shallow riverbed, flanked on both sides by forested valleys, leaves tinted orange, red and yellow. The...
Brian "Beef" Carroway thinks he's gay. No, he knows he is. He's gruff, buff, and overcompensating for his big size and soft heart. Brian's the badass bouncer at Mosh rock club where Cajun singer Jack Cotille moonlights for the month of December. With a voice like sin, Jack is walking, talking, sexy temptation in the flesh. He's also fly-by-night, possibly h...
This true story is dedicated to my wife, "To all those blow jobs she never gave me, I experienced them outside of our marriage." * There have been events in my life that stand out and no matter how long ago, I can remember them with exact clarity. Every detail, moment by moment and word for word as in this account. This event occurred many years ago, befor...
"Richard, you're on in five minutes." The manager's voice cut through Rick's near-doze. Rick Wright, who danced under the name "Richard Long," was sitting in the beat-up old easy chair in the corner of the bar storeroom which doubled as the dancers' dressing room. The book on database design in Rick's lap was dull reading and he'd been fighting sleep for th...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. "Are you sure you can manage him?" the doctor asked a week later. They were standing some distance from Lee, sitting placidly in a wheelchair at the curb of the hospital's main entrance. "Yes," Jordan said with a confidence he didn't feel. "He doesn't know anyone, but he's perfectly fine otherwise. You said his...
Author's Note: This is not a one-dimensional story, characters and plots take a while to develop. If you are looking for something for self-gratification, look elsewhere. Also, if you are not of age, please find more appropriate material to view. If scenes of homosexuality gross you out, what are you doing in the GAY MALE section anyway? Julian Claymore mad...
It happened again last night. I was sitting at the bar minding my own business at the Harrington Hotel, the one near the airport, enjoying an after work glass of draft beer when a middle-aged man sat next me. There were plenty of open bar stools so he'd made a conscious decision to sit directly beside me. I didn't mind. One of the the reasons I come to the...