Mack and I had been dating for nearly two months now. It was, for me, the best relationship of my life. On the outside, Mack was a big, strong bear, who intimidated people in the work world with his stature, presence, and intelligence. Underneath his butch exterior, he was the most tender and kind man I'd ever known. He read poetry, gently massaged my neck,...
Will and I had been going to 47 Central in Lynn nearly every Saturday night for 2-3 years now. I guess you could call us "regulars". It was a nice neighborhood bar, with a very friendly (and hot) Brazilian bartender, a great DJ for dancing, and cheap drink prices, which more than outweighed the fact that the owner of the bar, George, was a persistent flirt....
Chapter Five Sunday, August 25th, 1985 Kyle felt the warmth under him as he fluttered, waking early on this day. He had a broad, bright smile, for today was special. He felt the ruffle of Mike's callused hand, and wondered how he always knew that Kyle was awake. Softly he moved up the dark mat of chest fur and curled under his chin. "Hey," Mike said. "Ha...
This story pre-dates the Aids crisis and so no condoms were used or deemed necessary. Please play safe. This true story follows on from my previous also true story, 'Just turned 18'. *** The summer I turned 18 and went camping was the first time I experienced gay sex, before that I had only ever seen magazines and I guess had fantasies about some of my fe...
It was pitch black when Benny woke up. He lay absolutely still for a couple of seconds, fighting a losing battle against nausea as he tried to figure out where the hell he was. The only thing he was really sure of at the moment was that throwing up in a strange bed would not a good thing. He dizzily shoved at the weight lying across his stomach, wondering ho...
I watched Scott roll out of bed and walk to the bathroom. Rather, I watched his buttocks sway as he moved. He rolled the condom off as he walked and dropped it deftly in the trashcan under the sink before going over and standing in front of the toilet. He was in great shape for being just past thirty, and he was a lucky find for me. We were quite a contrast—...
I woke up before sunrise as usual. My father's side of the family was from farm stock. Waking up early came naturally to me. My mom's side of the family is in New York. I don't know much about them. They had stopped speaking to her when she had dated a Protestant. Her Haredi community had strict rules. That Protestant had married her, and my birth had happen...
My official submission for the "On the Job" story event, where the entire story has to be set in a place of work (in this case a tattoo parlour), and also a return to a category in whichI do not usually write. Fingers crossed on how it turns out. Votes, comments and any feedback are most welcome. If you thought something of this story, let me know, good, ba...
Chapter Eight - Into the Trenches 8:00AM in the morning and here I am walking into the school, my first day at Algonquin. I discover to my dismay that the cafeteria on the Campus is comprised of seven vending machines, along with chipped, plastic laminate, mismatched tables and orange and yellow 'sixties plastic chairs in varying states of disrepair. Ther...
Three years earlier "Presenting..." proclaimed His Majesty's announcer, I walked from his side head on high. "Sir Gozlin de Lorraine!" "Presenting..." proclaimed Lothair's announcer "Sir Jacques de Bouillon." On the other side stood the champion of Lothair, brother of my liege Charles the bald, and claimant to this this area. A sword on one hand and a rou...