I was already apprehensive as I made my way through the church to the rooms where I knew our local vicar would be waiting. I had come to audition for the church choir, and he doubled as choirmaster in our parish. I didn't have a bad voice, and I had sung in choirs before, but not for a few years, so I was a little out of practice. If I made it through the au...
Keith spent nearly every Saturday with his history teacher, Mr. Thadaropolis. In the beginning, he told his dad that he was doing yard work and running errands for his history teacher. The forty-two year old teacher was actually married and they never went near his house. Instead, they went to a little cabin that was owned by one of Mr. Thadaropolis' friends...
It was the summer of 1975 and Curtis Holt was not happy to be doing a sixty-day sentence in the county jail for possession of marijuana, although he knew things could be worse. For one thing, he was aware there were plenty of men doing far longer stretches, and they would have gotten extremely horny, which should have greatly interested him. For another, he...
Pete is a neighbour from a few doors away; he has always seemed a quiet sort of bloke who I'd spend the odd moment having idle chit chat with when our paths crossed in the street. I didn't know anything about him other than he lived on his own and enjoyed cycling, he could often be seen cycling off on his racing bike with his tight lycra shorts on and bare l...
We had chatted several times online, exchanging pleasantries and stats. We cybered a little, "feeling" each other out in regards to likes and fantasies. We didn't bother exchanging pics, who knew if what you saw was really who you were trying to see. So now, here I was driving out to meet this guy, sight unseen, seeking to live out a mutual fantasy of sex ou...
They left Collin's suite behind and he heard the man murmuring to tiny boys as they passed. "Mim'da, what happened to him?," one child asked in concern. "Cody, open the door to Zeke's room," Collin ordered. "Yes, mim'da." The boy rushed ahead. When the door was flung open suddenly, Cohone let out a little shriek of fright. Zeke put his hand on the boy's ar...
I was on vacation in Perth and had been down to the nudist beach where I had seen loads of beautiful men, but not what I was longing for. Despite this I had stayed long enough to watch the sun sinking into the Indian Ocean, surely one of the most beautiful sights in the world. It was still warm as I made my way back into the centre of Perth and selected a r...
CHAPTER TWO: Raised Wrong Morning came far too quickly. Jove was an early riser by habit. They all were. They lived on a farm and had multiple chores to attend to at the crack of dawn. So even despite the lack of sleep, he found himself up, washed and dressed at the usual hour. Jove wore simple breeches, that were easy and comfortable to move in. His...
6th Street Early Saturday morning Steven rolls his wheelchair out of Stubbs and rolls down 6th street and heads to the warehouse district. He bought a condo in one of the renovated buildings a few years ago when it was the hipster thing to do. A quiet industrial place that gives him inspiration for working on his steam punk style art. As he goes into the b...
I'd been working on my Chris Craft on the dock down in the keys for several hours, often looking over to admire the size and lines of a sleek, humongous yacht on the other side of the dock, before I realized that two men were sitting in the covered fantail of that craft and watching me too. I almost regretted that I'd stripped down to the Speedo to do my was...