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Soccer Practice

by LeathermanCraig on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

There were only minutes left in the game and the score was tied – 3 to 3. Antonio knew that they'd have to keep the ball and then score in those final moments, for if the other team got the ball, they'd score quickly and Antonio's team – the PS Thunder – would lose this semi-final match. Antonio noticed Jose on the other side of the field, and signaled that...

Friends & Lovers

by LeathermanCraig on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

Greg sat and stared at the kid. He was amazed and remembered what it was like to be that young and be hurting like Eddy was. Eddy was just 23 years old, and was crying and feeling as though his world had just fallen apart and his heart had been ripped from his body, still beating, and then had been flung back in his face. Greg remembered that kind of pain al...

The Lot

by LeathermanCraig on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Roger drove down the street, slowly, searching for a place to park. Even though there was a parking lot with quite a few empty spots, he wasn't quite ready to pull in there. Yet. He'd heard stories and rumors about "The Lot" for years – ever since he'd moved to the little beach city, but he'd never been there. It always seemed so ... unsafe ... to him. But s...

The Best Gift

by LeathermanCraig on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The melancholy old songs were playing on the stereo. It had been 2 years ago, this day, that Andreas had been taken from me. Listening to the old 70s love ballads – The Carpenters, Barry Manilow, Barbra Streisand... All of those torch songs about lost love and trying to find my man or to try to replace the one that got away... I knew that in a little while,...

The Author Ch. 02

by LeathermanCraig on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

People often ask me where I get my ideas from. I'm a romance novelist. Yep, I write those cheap and tawdry little paperbacks that fly off the shelves at the supermarket or the book store for $7.95 a pop; my books fill the afternoons -- and the shopping carts -- of America's housewives, fueling afternoon fantasies that their husbands can never fulfill. Oops....

The Author

by LeathermanCraig on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

'Louis leaned in and kissed Mark hard on the lips, running his hands over the rough cotton leggings that covered the thighs he wished to be between. It had been days since he'd rescued Mark from the tremulous seas, and this was the first time that his ward had been conscious and awake. The lips parted slightly and felt warm to the touch of his own heated lip...

Turning the Table

by LeathermanCraig on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Mark walked into the room and threw his tie and jacket onto the bed. He unbuttoned the tailored shirt and dropped the slacks to the floor. Getting home on Friday afternoon was always one of his favorite times. He could drop all of his office drag – the Brooks Brothers suits and shoes – and get ready for another weekend of fun. He enjoyed his job as the head...

Party Forces

by LeathermanCraig on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Mitch struggled against the restraints. He was tied securely to the metal framework of the bed, seated with his back against the cold metal bars. When they had brought him here – who ever ‘they' were, they'd stripped him naked and tied him down. Mark didn't remember being brought here; his mind was blank. He stared around the room, hoping that something wou...

Old School, New Lessons

by LeathermanCraig on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

My stomach was churning and a headache was starting to form just above my eyes. Nearly 20 years later, that building still gave me fits of trepidation: Bradford James High School; home of the Fighting Navajos. Of course, here's a tip for the people that name schools and figure out the mascot names: think like a high school kid. Going to school at Bradford...

A Night at the Baths

by LeathermanCraig on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

I made My way down the darkened street, not knowing where I was going. Well, that's not entirely true, I knew where I was going, at least the address, I just didn't know how to get there. And at 8:00 at night, all the closed auto repair shops and parts stores, check cashing places and ethnic stores all looked the same. And with all the lights out, it was har...