Chapter Eight - Look At You Now The sofa was clearly there only for visual appeal and nothing more. Carter tossed and turned, but no matter what he did, how he coiled and uncoiled himself, he could not find an ideal sleeping position. Eventually, he settled for throwing his legs over one end, and lay there, like the perfect crash test dummy. There was no...
It was a quiet night and the neighborhood was mostly quiet. Since it was monday, most people have gone to sleep early and most of the window were dark. A single, solitary floor in one older building was still lit though. If someone climbed onto the ledge and looked through that window, he would see a gigantic, beautiful man named Oscar, stark naked, sittin...
I was straight my whole life. I was married to a beautiful woman for 8 years. We had 2 sons. We were divorced for about 2 years. I was never really athletic. I've always been chubby and more into reading books and eating food than sports. It got worse later on in my marriage as I was now in my early 40's and my metabolism has slowed down significantly. M...
It was not long before Josh had essentially moved in to David's house. It didn't happen all at once. Progressively, he moved from leaving a toothbrush in his bathroom, to having a clean shirt and underwear for sleepover 'emergencies'. Before long, David cleared out a drawer for him in the dresser and before he knew it, he was calling to see if he should pick...
Chapter One Ollie Slater slams his long body between Mikey and I on the ratty sofa with an 'oomph' of exhaled air. "I'm screwed!" His face is twisted in dismay as he plucks the joint from Mikey's elegant fingers before sucking in a heavy drag. The motion highlights the strong bones of his face, his deep-set brown eyes narrowing as the smoke rises. I'm a...
Note: All characters in this novella are older than 18. [This is a completed ten-chapter novella, to be posted in six entries by mid June 2019] ***** Shepheard's Hotel Gentlemen's Dining Room, Cairo, Egypt, November 1924 The times were such that it was folly for anyone of European visage to walk the avenues and alleys of Cairo alone. It had been four yea...
This is a fictional story about a young adult who joins a Master's Swim team full of older men. *** THE SWIM TEAM, PART V - COACH HAL "A job?" Dennis asked, one eyebrow raising over the other. That sounded like a terrible idea. "Yes, a job," his father responded through bites of his bacon and eggs. "You've had a week to adjust to life back at home. Ther...
Hello all, I hope you enjoy part 2! I am already working on part 3, I don't know how many parts there will be, but I recently purchased a new laptop and I am not so busy with work currently so hopefully, I'll have part 3 done soon! Wanted to give a heads up about part 1! The piece that was uploaded was the unedited version and I have been trying since Hall...
"Whew! What a run, huh, buddy?" Lee swung his arm around my shoulder. Immediately I felt the sticky heat from his arm soak my neck, and I recoiled. "Lee, quit it! You're all sweaty!" "What are you so worked up about?" Lee laughed, giving my shoulder a squeeze and pulling me tighter to his body. I wriggled and squirmed, getting myself free and shooting him...
1 I never expected to end up in this position. Cold, alone, desperate, I huddle beneath the overpass and try not to think of the things my parents had said no more than three hours beforehand. You're gay? they'd asked, then repeated it by saying, You're GAY? I'd wanted it all out in the open, so I could finally stop hiding from not only myself, but the...