"Let's get you inside." Getting out of the car took quite a bit of work. Cavel had to pry Bashta's arms from around his chest and gently coax him from his place in the backseat. As soon as they were standing, Cavel swung the slighter man up into his arms to keep his bare feet off the sharp gravel. It was probably unnecessary but Bashta just huddled into hi...
I couldn't believe all the shit that I had just gone through in the last six months. My emotions were fried and I snapped. Sitting in the intensive care room watching someone that I loved deeply hang on to life by a thread might've been the last straw had he not come to life right in front of me. That, was the last straw... I can still here all the nurses...
*Surprise, Bitch. All characters are 18+* ***** "What would you like?" He was standing in the center of his spacious kitchen, with its slick granite counters and shiny chrome finishing. The sleeves of his green sweater were rolled up halfway to his elbows, showing toned forearms and lines of scars as neat as cross-ties on a railroad track. His hands wer...
This is my second stab at writing a gay male story. My hope is that you get enjoyment from reading this, and my wish is that you leave me a comment, along with giving me a vote. This story is fiction, as are all the characters involved. Any similarity of the characters to real people is simply coincidental. Also, all characters are at least 18 years old. An...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks And there I was, thinking we would all patiently wait in 'purgatory' for the duration, in solidarity with Jeremy. smh@y'all! Please don't forget to add your e-mail addresses when you send me private messages/feedback. To be able to send responses to all your mails...even the threateni...
Hello guys and a warm welcome to the seventh chapter of this beautiful story. I would like to apologize if I had hurt you with the last chapter. I am really sorry. This chapter will be a little sad and emotional to some of you but I hope by the time you reach the peak, you will at least smile. Don't forget to drop your comments about this story and never for...
CHAPTER ONE A glance at his closet was all you need to know Mr. Marcus. There, hanging in fussy uniformity were his jackets, trousers, shirts, and even ties, various yet not too varied shades of gray. Flannel, tweed, corduroy - softened with age, defying passing trends. And yet, almost hidden in the back was a dress shirt, white with light blue checks, the...
The sun was streaming in through the partially opened drapes and landing directly on Adam's face. His eyes fluttered opened and he grunted at the brightness, crossing his arm over his eyes and turning away. He felt his muscles cry out in frustration and the previous night's activities flooded his mind. He peeked out from under his arm and saw that Travis was...
"Do me a great big favor. Go play in rush hour traffic." ~Linda Wilkinson to six year old son Shane~ * February 5, 2011 "Let's pluck his eyebrows completely off." "Not good enough. The slut would just draw them back on." "Hmmm, how about this, then? We kidnap him, take him to the hotel's salon then you hold him down while I give him a spray tan." "Ext...
Morning found the three lovers as a sliver of sunlight pierced the shelter and fell upon them. Each smiled broadly as he awoke, each body sticky with cum and sweat and saliva and anal fluids. They laughed when they realized that none of them had kept watch during the night. They discovered a new ease among them. The touched one another constantly, little p...