Smooth Skater Boys at the Beach Bret called his new friend Kenny, "Hey I am heading down to the park with my skate board. Why don't you meet me there?" "Sure. I'll bring some of my panama red pot to smoke," Kenny replied. "I have some Northern California pot with me too. It is pretty good," Bret had a happy carefree sound to his voice. Bret looked down h...
Authored by Thomas Stevenson and Southern Suitor. ***** "Are those new shoes?" It was the man Tommy always noticed at the bus stop. The one who always had his tie in an immaculate double windsor, a gleaming fist of silk around his neck, sharp lapels and waistcoat, crisp French cuffs and cufflinks with gleaming patent leather shoes like angular black mirror...
Dear Reader, This is another very detailed very long chapter. If you are looking for a short to the point story this is not for you, but if you are looking for an adventure full of suspense, romance, and emotion then this is for you. My stories contain lots of detail and dialogue so you can get to know the characters better. I would also like to thank Shel...
"Yea, I know Ben, he looks fucking hot, but I tell you, he's a real prick. Any time I see him out at the Manatee or Charlie's or the Quest, he's dancing around like he thinks he's God's gift to lonely faggots. He says he an artist, which means he wasted three years getting a diploma at the College of Art and lives in a loft on Daddy's dime. He's pissed off e...
Julian "Ride me hard, baby." With a loud cry, Chris impaled himself on my cock. He sank down steadily until he'd taken me fully inside him, the both of us moaning when his ass landed against my pelvis. "Fuck, Julian," he groaned. "I swear you feel bigger than last time." "You mean three days ago?" My teasing laugh turned into something closer resembling...
*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...
Back in 1966, during the Vietnam War, my college deferment missed the deadline, and I got a draft notice. Damn! I went through the processing center in Salt Lake City and got stamped as "Acceptable." They gave me a date to show up at the bus station for the ride to a new life as a soldier. Damn! When I learned the basic training fort was near the ocean, an...
I lay there on the bed in my windowless bedroom at the Shockoe Commons building on Richmond's East Main Street, watching Ham dress for court at the nearby Lewis F. Powell courthouse. This was a storage room on paper, because bedrooms weren't allowed to be windowless, but this was prime downtown space and the authorities—and the court system as well—looked th...
It was Blanche who gave me the courage and confidence to do what I did. It is true that I gained the necessity to do something because I watched her going under the control of the Duke of Gano's cock and, having seen what he could do and was willing to do, I despaired of the whole kingdom coming under his sway. Until now, although Blanche's schemes had serv...
"Yo, there, buddy. Lookin' for somethin'? Cause I got somethin' for you." Corbin took a good look at the burly man who had materialized from behind a stack of metal barrels beyond where the light over the alley door into the Christopher Street bar reached. He took a good look, reaching a quick decision because of the overly friendly way the man was extendin...