Like most military relationships my relationship with Will was hot and heavy while it lasted. However, over time he was transfered over seas forcing us to drift apart. We'd meet about twice a year and make up for lost time then that turned to once a year and then we simply lost touch. On one of our last skipes he forgot to turn off his camera. I witnessed h...
Chapter Sixteen - #TGIM Aidan sat at his desk, fired up his computer, and began browsing through his e-mails. Leaving aside the spam that seemed to find him no matter how hard he tried to keep it his inbox crap-free, a few social media notifications that he ignored since they just showed how happy some people were, and newsletters from online shops he only...
Beginning in our freshmen year, I had frequently seen Tom in the halls of the engineering building. We'd barely acknowledged each other although my heart always leapt into my throat when I'd see him and I'd often jack off later, fantasizing about him. I dreamed about him but said nothing to him and managed to waste over two years in quiet frustration. Now...
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* Daniel * Everyone knew Jeffrey Williams, of course. A local boy made good, he had gone in a ridiculously short time from community productions to Broadway to a long-running television series. He even had a few better-than-average movies to his credit, though none in a leading role. Not that Jeffrey couldn't have carried the mantle of a leading man—he had...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, and many sexless ones to come before...
Chapter One - Family-Friendly "Face it, Heathcliff. It's a good deal," the man hurried to place the open folder under his nose and then began patting his forehead with a pristine white handkerchief. The guy was probably holding that close just because he sweated profusely regardless of weather and the conditioned air blasted through the hidden ceiling fan...
Just off Avenida de 9 Julio, I entered a bookshop that was good at sourcing gay literature. The man who ran the shop was Marcelo, a long, narrow broom handle of a man. We had met when we were in university together. He had inherited the shop after his father's death, and dropped out to run the store. In the early days of Isabel Peron's presidency, and certai...
There was not enough praying I could do, not enough time spent reading the Holy Word that wouldn't get those two out of my head. It wasn't a relationship thing, like they both said. I didn't love them, not like that. At least I thought I didn't. As brothers, sure. In the trenches, on Sundays, Mondays, a few Thursdays, we stood there and demanded nothing b...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...