The heavy steel door clanged shut behind me, and I stood there, trembling, knowing what I faced, holding my stack of two towels, a change of clothes, a tooth brush and tube of toothpaste, and, both inexplicably and ominously, a small stack of condoms in front of me as if they'd shield me. I knew, however, that they wouldn't. The light was dim at first, alth...
Fragile; that was how Mick Daniels finally chose to describe the boy that he escorted past the rows of dark cells. The teen shuffled, tripping occasionally on his leg irons. Daniels gripped the boy's arm so tight that he could feel the heat of a forming bruise, the over-caffeinated officer stricken with paranoia that the prisoner would slip his handcuffs; it...
My name is Steve and I grew up in a small town of about twenty thousand where everyone pretty much knew everyone. We all went to school from kindergarten through high school together. My best friend my whole life was Jason, we were joined at the hip and during summers we would sometimes spend weeks at a time at each other's houses. We talked about lots of gu...
******The following is fiction and all characters featured in the story are over the age of 18.****** Chapter 7: "Jenny!" She looked at me with a shocked and embarrassed look on her face. Instinctively, I covered myself with my sheets and sat up. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I said, lowering my voice. She sighed and said, "I'm dating your cousin...
At this moment, Mike shakes like a corned rattler and, his hysterical conscious screams in his skull: I will get through this. You will get one more chance to be a great artist. Cool sweat pools above Mike's ass. His mind buzzes like the dim light over the dumpster. Beige spitball bugs swarm it in figure eights. His leg burns as 'fight or flight' blood poo...
My intention was to find Watson and Abberline without delay. If indeed Braithwaite's unfortunate demise was a purely singular event I needed to clear the matter from an ever complicating playing field. Much deeper events were afoot, Mycroft and Moriarty's involvement behoove deep contemplation and a clean slate was the utmost imperative. The cabby stopped...
Once bitten... I need to confess being with Sam was a mistake. He was using me to the ultimate and I am not the sort of guy who goes for just a quick fling. For me, the relationship has to be whole and wholesome with consideration and caring and a sincere liking for each other, not just to gratify a sexual need. It was fine at first, the way we met on a su...
After my last story about my oral adventures in Las Vegas, I really worried about what I had done and dreaded catching anything from the experience. I realized how stupid I was, but the Jim Beam and those hard ready cocks just got the best of me. I was drunk and high on alcohol, cocks, cum and the whole luscious evening. I really enjoyed myself and knew that...
I had been perched on the back-rest of my favourite bench, at the top of the main trail leading to the central cruising area; it was the crossroads of my gay world, commanding a view of four of the five trails that led to Sodom and Gomorrah. The moment I saw him coming from the parking area, I knew he was quite young; I'd cruised the park long enough that I...
Chapter 01 First Meeting Down a small side street where the glow of the street lamps did not reach, behind a tulip-yellow door, Mrs. Featherwink's doorman, brothel keeper, and sometime procurer, Halden, waited for the bell and admitted gentlemen late from the theaters, music halls, private clubs, drawing room entertainments, and dinners with wives to Mrs....