Chapter One: Paul The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Cir...
All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on...... SUNDAY 10TH JANUARY 2010 Dear diary, this feels very strange indeed! I...
CHAPTER 1 My name is Kevin Maitland; Kevin Connor Maitland to be exact. I live and work on what is usually known as the Near North Side in Chicago. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the geography of one of America's largest cities, Chicago sits at the south west tip of Lake Michigan. It is essentially a rectilinear city, with streets running either n...
I awoke at six thirty the next morning. So many years of early school classes had conditioned my body to wake up early. I looked around me and Tom was not in bed with me. I don't know why I'd thought he might get up in the middle of the night and come to me. I was miserable, distressed over the fight the night before and wanting to make up with him. But did...
7 Forest of Fear Pelaam© October 2009 Five heads turned as Seamus entered the living room. "We have a mission," he announced. "We will be travelling into the jungles of South America," Seamus added. "Where?" Delfin asked ingenuously. "I will show you, Petal," Seamus smiled. His Dryad knew nothing of the world outside of the forest in which he had been...
Ho. Ly. Shit. It was Paul's hot birthday fuck. In his brother's living room. On a Wednesday afternoon. Thoughts waged war for supremacy in Paul's head: Wasn't the home stager going to be a woman? Christ, his ass looks good in those pants. Don't, for the love of God, get an erection right now. Calm, be calm. Paul wondered if Ace even remembered him. Hell,...
Shockingly, I was not surprised when I woke up for practice the next morning just to find that my bed was empty. Andrew had disappeared at some point during the night, which is pretty impressive considering less than five hours had passed since I had even gotten home, let alone fallen asleep. With a sigh, I pushed myself out of bed and forced myself to get a...
I awoke around 4:45 on my belly, my red panties a little twisted and crusted with dried cum. I could feel Big Daddy's deposit oozing down my taint and hardening in the panties. I could not believe, this was not some kind of twisted dream but my stretched leaking asshole took away all doubt. Twelve hours ago, I was kissing my beautiful wife and leaving for an...
(Note: This story features characters from "A Clean Start". You don't have to read that story first, but I recommended it.) "Hi, Max!" the familiar voice called out. As I walked out of the locker room, I looked and saw Pete's smiling face standing next to the weight rack. Pete was my best friend Tank's boyfriend or partner or whatever you want to call it....
Elijah I'd been going to hardcore punk shows since I started university three years ago. There were two totally different hardcore scenes in my city -- the river divided the bright shopping centres from the seedy industrial complexes and there was a distinct culture for each side of the bridge. The scene I was introduced to, had an emphasis on clean and m...