"Cross!" yelled Michael. Kieran booted the soccer ball from the right line of the field to Michael who was on far post of the goal. Michael headed the ball and it swished into the net before the goalie had a chance to react. They all heard the three long blasts of the whistle that signaled the end of the game. Michael's goal, with Kieran's assist, had pulle...
Phil and I have been good pals for years and, in consequence, share many things. But it came as a bit of a shock when, out of the blue, he asked if asked if he could take Jason out for a drink, meaning; (knowing Phil) he wanted to shag him. Now Jason and I have been an item for months and I know Phil has been envious. I can tell from the questions he asked,...
Author's note: This is quite a long saga of a very masculine young man coming to terms with his sexuality. If you just want to read about hard sex, then my advice is to jump to Part 2, where hopefully you may find it? I dedicate this one to my Iowan Butterfly, a very special, warm person. * * * * * Part 1 - England: Barry was a young gay guy; eighteen y...
Chapter 41: Thirst For Help A van drives in the dark road, bypassing thick trees on either side of the, with only the moon as a source of light, as the headlights of the vehicle are shut off. "Are we there yet?" Came a light voice. "Hell if I know," Answered a deeper voice, "She only said to keep moving until we find a large block. Dudn't she know from bu...
N.B. ~ Hey guys, this is my first story, so if you have any comments, please feel free to leave them! I hope you enjoy. Disclaimer ~ Any likenesses to real people/places/events are purely coincidental. **Jason** The majestic beauty of the building was like nothing he'd ever seen. Well, other than when he'd visited for the open day, and again for the inter...
A clenched fist struck him right in the jaw, right at the edge of his well-groomed mutton chops and the spot blossomed in pain. He didn't keep his guard up and paid for it dearly. The crowd that surrounded the make-shift ring roared. He staggered back at the sheer force of the blow, his eyes losing and regaining focus. The rage welled up inside him and he pu...
"Follow me, Joseph. Bring the tray." Lord Valmont strode toward his rooms with singular determination. Joseph trailed behind him, bearing the bottle of cognac with him. The quiet valet was certain that Lady Montblanc would not tolerate Marcel's recent behaviour. Yet he knew better than to make any comment. Marcel stopped abruptly just three paces inside the...
I spent the night with Jake and woke up to the smell of Texas Columbian Pecan coffee. I sat up in bed and found I was alone. I threw off the sheet and realized I had slept all night in my t-shirt and levy's. I threw my legs off the side of the bed and found my docksides. I slipped my feet into them and made my way to the kitchen. Jake had his back to me and...
~~~ * ~~~ This story is purely fictional. I recommend reading the first two chapters of this story before reading this, because it won't make any sense otherwise. If you don't like violence, please stop reading right here - there will be weapons, drugs, manhandling and rough sex. This part is narrated by Noom. If you think I need an editor you are right....
A/N: And we're here! Last chapter with a little bit more drama and hopefully a tying up of loose ends - and a cutesie epilogue. Enjoy. *** Chapter sixteen Seb Luckily for me, Ollie is a night-owl. So I decide to occupy him, keep him up late with some well-aimed flutters and coy glances. "You okay, Seb?" Ollie puts down his textbook and gives me his atte...