"You seem a million miles away. What has your attention—that newspaper or that Japanese maple out there? The tree is new, isn't it? Wasn't something else there before?" The questions came from Walker Sharp, the novelist, and Maxwell Ackerman's neighbor in the row of small, but very expensive, townhouses on Drayton Street, facing Savannah's thirty-acre Forsyt...
It had come in my dream again—the dream of the hunky yacht captain between my spread and bent legs, his muscular, naked body heavy on me, pressing me into the thin mattress of the bunk in the tiny cabin. His hands were gripping my wrists. My hands were gripping straps on the wall above the head of the bunk. His muscular, hirsute man's body was crushing my sl...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** The boys reached the cabin up the valley in the heart of the Sawatch Range northeast of Gunnison, Colorado, near nightfall and also at the time the snow started falling. "I'll stable the horses and check the cattle," said twenty-year-old Josh. "You find the candles and get a fire...
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...
Neal heard the wail of the train whistle across the wide expanse of North Dakota flatland, took his mouth off the man's cock, and lifted his head and sniffed the air. That wouldn't be the Empire Builder. He had another hour and a half to get back to the Minot train depot to open the café for that train's arrival. As long as he'd lived in Minot, which seemed...
I don't know how long he'd been sitting there, across from us, in Washington, D.C.'s, Union Station waiting room before I saw him. Denise was off, checking out the shopping concourse because she couldn't sit still for the two-hour wait before we could board the Capitol limited bound on an eighteen-hour, one-night run to Chicago. The senator was pacing an ei...
Scott thought it was the whining that was getting to him—it certainly wasn't Chip's body. He leaned over that and ran his fingers along the rise of the little blond's butt cheek. Chip raised his buttocks in response, fully expecting Scott's fingers to move into the crevice. Regardless of what Chip was preparing for, his attention was elsewhere. He was rattl...
They stopped at a work house in Denver and picked up Timothy. Another orphan, Timothy had aged out of an orphanage and had gone directly out on the street. A saloon owner had tried him out in his upstairs operation and had offered him a job, but Timothy wanted to work his way farther West, he'd said. So, the saloon owner, for a finders' fee, had written to M...
Cal nosed the mule under the bar as he turned into Heaven. Looking up, he saw the weathered chunk of wood on which he'd carefully carved the word "Paradise" when he'd first come to live with the Cowdens. Looking beyond that, up the length of the valley and then even higher, up the flanks of snowcapped Hahn's Peak, his heart went zing as it always had at the...
Chapter Three: The Oil Company Executive, Ty Haskell How could I ever have imagined I'd be in a situation like this? But it is all about business—all about who was going to offer the best oil concessions. It was hard to tell whether the young blond was a willing participant or not when I was ushered to the pool house of Prince Sayeed el-Basir's palace. Ami...