I'd read about the Honey Hollow swimming hole on a naturally dammed section of Cunningham Creek in the Baltimore Sun's travel section, and I'd never heard of it before, even though it was just up the road from Thurmont, where I lived. I'd heard of the Honey Hollow Reservoir, of course, because it provided water to Thurmont. It was up in a fold of the Catocti...
I'm a widower. My wife of six years died six months ago. She left me with two little ones. While giving birth to our second, she had to have a caesarean and that was when they discovered the cancer. It was almost virulent. My little boy was two months old when she died. I was at a loss as to what to do. I had my daughter who had just turned two and a two-mon...
This is the sequel to "Big Man on Campus," a tale of college life and gay relationships in the age of craziness. It was really fun in person. ***** I have a little trouble sorting out college and the immediate time that came after it. We were awfully high, after all. It is hard to believe it now. I honestly don't recall much about the latter half of my F...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Winter snarled bitterly at the stable yard, fros...
I couldn't be faulted for doing my best to fight off the depression from these urges that had clutched at me since high school. My parents, bless them, had done what they could to help me—my dad, especially, by guiding me through various sports programs, giving his all to the effort to give me the All-American sports hero life—using up all my time so I didn'...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Stud Farm There is nothing like dawn over a stab...
His arms tightened around me, and I gasped arching my back. Our chests, slicked together with the sweat of our passion, heave with excitement. Feeling his heat under my hips I push my ass into his lap, the friction against his hard length igniting a spark so deep inside me I felt myself turning inside out. Kells trails his lips down my neck seductively. My w...
I awoke at dawn still in the arms of the Knight. I had expected him to be gone upon waking, but there he was, holding me close. I squirmed in his grasp to push myself closer to him, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. I stared at him for a while before drifting back to sleep. I woke up again to feel Ser Aiden's lips on mine, gentle an...
My father loves to keep the yard well maintained. He enjoys brining his coworkers and buddies home and showing it off. Naturally we have a grounds keeper. His name is Mr. Lynne. He is a pleasant older gentleman from Australia who I must admit does a very nice job. Still, one man can’t oversee everything. Dad liked to watch the men work and give instructions...
I awoke to feel the warmth of David flowing inside, Was it always going to be like this I wondered. I've had done me a power of good since I had 'come out' - we were always friends but never like this, simply because he respected what he assumed my sexual leanings were. It's funny life sometimes, how things work out, because by the same token I held Back wi...