Josh and I went into the house through the garage. Robert was in the living room waiting for us, along with a man with dark hair, wearing a black suit. As we approached he said, "Hello Josh. And you must be TJ. Both Robert and my daughter have told me quite a bit about you." Robert must have seen the puzzlement on my face. "Teej, this is Patrick Landrum, my...
All characters in this story are above the age of consent. The story and its characters are all fictional. I love hearing your comments so please leave one. I also love to get messages from my readers. I think it was Oscar Wilde who said something like, "expect the unexpected." It was the beginning of the summer between my junior and senior year of col...
Porter's locker is next to mine. He's that guy nobody really likes because he's a complete douchebag. However, since he isn't into dumb shit like Dungeons and Dragons and he's rich, he's never quite at the bottom of the social tier. We have three classes together but I don't talk to him. I think he's friends with Crispin. "I saw you," he says one day. "Oh...
My pace matched the underground, ethno-brother beat set by the synthesized fusion music from the evening before. It was powerfully evocative even now, as it had been through the recent dark hours after first having experienced it. "Whyyyya'lookin'back, nig...I'ain'gon' kiss y'ass, ya' ge'me out ma'drawers...ya'think y'playin' fas, I migh'be fu-kin' youu,...
First I want to say thank you to those people who posted and sent me messages. I know there weren't very many of you, but this only got written because of you. It really is amazing how much your small messages mean. That being said, I'd like to apologize for this entry taking so long and not being as long as it could have been. As usual, any comments on my w...
Tommy was running, trying to get away from Bobby Jones. "Come back here!" he heard him shout as he rounded the corner to the village hall where a party was in full swing. It was where Tommy had just been before bumping into Bobby and knocking his drink all over him. It was a welcome party for fresh American troops who had just arrived to join the war. Ameri...
My name is Ryan, and I'm a soigneur (pronounced "swan-yure") for an all-male professional cycling team. I'm 26 years old, a former mountain biker and road cyclist who had to leave competitive riding due to an injury (ruined my knee on a wicked downhill). I tried to work in the "real" world, but I found that I missed the cycling world so much that I was miser...
Ah, finally the week was over. Jimmy had some idea of keeping this special. Friday evening, he thought he'd go round to his flat and spend the weekend there. What could go wrong? He just didn't want to spend the weekend in his boarding school. He was an adventurous sort. A boy, eighteen. And truly adventurous. He didn't like the way everyone thought of him...
Marcus Forte is a Detective Inspector in the Police. He is in his early 40s, slim and at just over six foot tall is slightly taller than average. His deep brown eyes are set in a rugged face and years ago he gave up with hair so he is virtually bald with neat clipped side-burns. You wouldn't say Marcus was handsome, striking is how most people describe him a...
Trigger Warning: Past Sexual/Physical Trauma. ____________________________________ I felt almost high. The rush of sex and passion and heat took over my mind until it felt like I was soaring. I wanted more. I wanted to be lusted after. My calves shook as I kneeled obediently before Marcus. Adrenaline seduced me to look around even though I knew I shouldn't...