Dave Burke scanned through his notes, then pushed the laptop aside and looked out the window over his desk, trying to think of an opening sentence. It was Wednesday afternoon and Dr. Hillier, his Freshman English instructor, had assigned a 500 word essay for Friday. He was renting one of the units in a two-story duplex. The bedrooms were on the second floor...
As part time jobs go, working at the front desk of a gym isn't bad. The place is near campus, I can work around my classes, and the owner, J (short for Jim, which doesn't work for obvious reasons), doesn't mind if I do my homework. It's a cool place, small but modern, and I get a discount on my membership. When fitness companies come in to do promotions I ca...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic. The novella is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly romantic, lopsidedly erotic,...
I have never tried it but I think that I would be really good at sucking cock. Let me know what you think of my little story, people. I hope it makes the boys hard and the ladies wet and open. Club X is like no other bar I have ever known. It is nothing less than a monument to the nude male form, a self indulgent hedonistic extravaganza. From the outside, i...
I was not one to believe in astrology, past pretending interest when my boyfriend read my birth chart on our very first date. The subject was at best a source of condescending amusement, seeing how much heart people could put in pseudoscience. I would always tease my boyfriend Josh when he would go on about it, he could talk about that idiotic stuff for hour...
Chapter 4: A Country Store Outside Gatlinburg Tank probably should have consulted a map when he somewhat hurriedly herded Bull into Craig's car at the Bedford motel and headed for the on-ramp to I-81 south. But he didn't. And since he didn't, he didn't realize that Asheville wasn't on I-81—or even close to it for that matter—and he was already entering Tenn...
Author's Note: I love writing. But due a medical condition, I often rely talk to text program that isn't always accurate to dictate much of my work. If you like a series, please consider volunteering as an editor to help me produce more stories faster. * I think every man feels at least a little insecure about the size of his penis. Okay - maybe not ever...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
This may read as an autobiography but it is not. That is not to say I haven't seen the inside of video booth or a glory hole but beyond that, this is entirely a work of fiction. If you imagine you recognize yourself in the story, you don't. The setting is fictional but the conflict and emotion I hope I've captured, however poorly, is universal or damn near...
The house felt vacant, hollow, and huge after everyone left. The whole Marco family went one by one for their three-week individual summer trips. The master and his wife, Mr and Mrs Marco—in whose household and care I have the honour to serve for the past several years—took a cruise, though I know for other personal reasons than the usual tour. "I'll go wa...