Authored by Thomas Stevenson and Southern Suitor. ***** "Are those new shoes?" It was the man Tommy always noticed at the bus stop. The one who always had his tie in an immaculate double windsor, a gleaming fist of silk around his neck, sharp lapels and waistcoat, crisp French cuffs and cufflinks with gleaming patent leather shoes like angular black mirror...
The sun had just started to set, although the trees and houses blocked where it kissed the horizon from anyone walking along the sidewalk. With the trees being brilliant shades of red, yellow, and orange, however, one still could observe beauty around them, especially when the wind pushed the loose leaves around, making them dance in the air to a silent walt...
Note: this story is completely true, only some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent. ***** It had been a long week, and it was just Monday. Mom was running late and couldn't drop me off at school, so I had to hitch-hike two miles from her office to my Catholic prep school, where I was a senior. Back in 1971 you could still hitch-hike so...
I needed a quick break from Matt and the gang to clear the cobwebs. This is a highly fictionalized account of a long-ago glory hole encounter. The only thing true in the story is the Big Gulp cup. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing. I hope you enjoy. =============== He looked like a preppie. And this wasn't a place preppies hung out, or at least n...
Thanks for reading, particularly those who left me comments or sent mails. The story got longer than I thought, and there is another chapter after this one. The good news is, I'll be submitting it only a few hours after this one, so worst case scenario, it will be up on Lit tomorrow (it may even be up the same day). I also promise the final chapter is rath...
On my patrols I had seen him playing his guitar around downtown; in the plazas and parks with his case open for tips. Though tonight was the first time I saw him when I was off duty. I sat at the bar, sipping my hard cider and listening to him play. The bar often had undiscovered musicians perform on the weekends and I enjoyed the fact that this was the firs...
I wrote this story after receiving multiple requests from readers who read Part 1. In keeping with the theme of the first story, some controversial bits have been included here. If you cannot handle such topics, this story may not be suitable for you. ***** Ronnie Really Gets His! It was not a pleasant day on campus. The day before, little protests had be...
Chapter Eight -- Good News And Bad News Adrian woke up with a yawn and stretched, blinking hard to chase away the sand from his eyes. For a moment or two, he felt the place next to him with one hand. He sighed. Somehow he doubted Edward was in the kitchen, making waffles. But there was no point in being disappointed since Adrian was not at all into that kin...
Authors note: Sorry folks, was a bit delayed with this chapter... Lost the ranch that Aza and I called home for 25+ years. The court forced his family to "allow" me to keep our original "hobby farm" and a good portion of the breeding stock. It is the house where we first lived as a real couple. It was always part of our retirement plan. I miss my "Oz" so m...
This story contains femdom, gay conversion, extreme humiliation, BDSM aspects, mind fucking and frankly, is fairly extreme. If you enjoy it, please check out Power Trip, by wally_west, who inspired this story. Comments, ideas and feedback are welcomed. Please be aware that that chapter may be considered more intense and negative. ***** That evening was di...