((Welcome, dear readers, to my latest big idea/homoerotic fantasy. I have been laying out parts of this story in my head for a long time, and just recently began putting it to the keyboard. It's definitely a broader arching tale than I've ever tackled before, and I've found myself struggling with how to break it up and release it. I've decided to separate it...
I could feel Shep's eyes on me as he watched me strip down to my underwear and t-shirt. I pulled back the blankets and crawled into bed. Shep stripped down to his boxers. He paused for a second and stripped them off and tossed them into the basket. I couldn't help but sneak a quick look at his dick, laying soft between his thighs, the foreskin completely co...
Special thanks go to my awesome reader and editor, pebo, who gives great suggestions in the gentlest way possible. *** Marshal Jane Freeman was watching her commander closely. He was off, that was for sure. Robbie Sinclair was a space-cold bastard who dedicated himself to his work to the exclusion of everything, and everyone, else. At least, he had been up...
Author's Note: This is the final installment of Spill the Milk. There is a tiny bit of formatting that worked well when I wrote it but may not come across perfectly on your screen. I won't know until it posts. If it works, fantastic. If not, please forgive me. It should make sense even if it doesn't display correctly. As always, many thanks to my beta/edito...
Sam put his phone back down on his bedside table and tried to wipe the giddy smile off his bearded face. David had just called to make plans for their fourth date, and Sam could not wait to see him again. Their infatuation was quickly developing into something more. It had been nearly two weeks since their first date, and he didn't know how David managed to...
I got into bed with Marcus, having to push him to one side so that the two of us could fit into the single bed. "Move over, you dick-munch!" I whispered to him, when it was clear that I'd awoken him. We might have sex but we're not that big on sweet talk. "What time is it?" he grunted, moving across and making some space for me behind him. "A bit after o...
Chapter One Rob returned to our firm in 1998, 2 years after I had started. I say "returned" because Rob had previously been with us, but left in 1994 to be part of a small plaintiff's firm. When that firm disintegrated, Rob returned "home." I had heard about him, but I had never met him. I was introduced to Rob in the hallway on his first day back. 6 foot...
We sat on his couch, Tony was drinking beer; he had given me a glass of chardonnay. The night before he taught me how to play backgammon, and tonight I was winning every game. Beginners luck, he grumbled. Tony lives down the hall from me in the same apartment complex. We'd passed each other from time-to-time and our conversations became more frequent. We we...
Author's note: Hello! As you should know by now, this story has a storyline that's continuing, so chapters usually end up longer (character's doing things and such, having lives). It's recommended to read earlier chapters to know what's going on. But if you want to skip to the sex, that's okay too! It's at the end. Onto chapter 13! ----- I sit at my desk,...
"Benji! Get your fuckin' ass in here," Mr. Boothe shouted from his office. Mr. Booth was yelling for me again. My name is Ben, short for Benjamin. Benjamin Carter. I'm 24 years old. I have blond hair and hazel eyes. I'm pretty short at only 5'7" and a little bit too skinny. I don't think I'm anything special to look at. I'm painfully shy and I'm not the mo...