Note from the Author: I want to truly thank kv5reed, for all the insight that he has given me. I have been emailing back and forth with him about this story. He would question and comment on areas or even say to delete sections. I hope that our finished product is well received. This is only chapter 1, the first 27 pages of 71 written so far. (If you are wo...
I was horny. No doubt about it. The day started with a look at a surveyor outside my apartment--working his transit out in the street. He was a big, muscular guy who looked like he'd stretch me happy around his big cock. Any man with broad shoulders like those and pecs that bulged his t-shirt had to be hung. Fuck, what a body. Perfect. My apartment was clo...
At first, Andy barely noticed the prim and shy-looking man in glasses standing at the bar; his eyes had settled on the blond twink in the tight orange T-shirt swaying to the music one seat to the guy's left. Unfortunately, by the time Andy fought his way to the bar, the twink had already been pulled onto the dance floor by somebody else, and Andy ruefully se...
This is the third installment in the Reunited - 44 Years Later. For the reader to fully understand the tale, it is recommended you read the first two parts. The writer reserves all copyrights to this and the previous submissions. Reunited - 44 Years Later: Power of attorney Part 1 Robert and Patrick did make love that Sunday night. They had made decision...
Jack and John I found my way down the hallway to the master bedroom, casually strolling in my nakedness. It was strange being naked in Bill's house. I had often hung out with Bill but never in this way and never with Jasmine. This new freedom gave me a sense of confidence (or was it arrogance) that felt great. I wanted to be naked all the time. The hallway...
This story gets pretty graphic and dark at some points! If you are squeamish and not prepared to read gruesome things, hit that back button in your browser and dodge this story. As always, comment your thoughts! ***** BETH: It was one of the most chilling things to see Alistair cry like this. Alistair was as tough as nails and showed very little emotio...
Disclaimer: I know I said I wouldn't do sequels anymore, but "My Subway Angel" got such a good response from you guys that I was inspired to write more on Doug. And hey, who knows, if I get good feedback on this, I might be further inspired to at long last finish my "Learning the Ropes" story. Tell me what you think. ___ "My name is Doug, and I have breast...
I first met Matt Humphrey on a subway train one cold night in January. Well, that was the first time we actually had a conversation. We had gone to the same boarding school for three and a half years, but had never once had a conversation. Which, when I think about it, is really quite amazing, considering the fact that we only went to school with 200 guys, b...
"...And protect us from evil, Lord, whatever form it takes," Mr. Carpenter said with his head bowed and eyes closed. Sid looked around the table. His father at one end, brothers and sisters, a few aunts, uncles, and cousins, and Zach, his best friend. They were all bowing their heads and holding their hands as his father prayed over the Thanksgiving dinner....
Sandro's Third Year [This is the final instalment of this story and takes Sandro up to the time of his graduation. Hopefully there will be a sequel sometime in which we take the lives of Sandro and Dom further. Thank you for reading this very long story. I hope to publish it eventually as a novel on Amazon.] Literary Note: Pietro Aretino (1492-1556) Ital...