[Thank you to all those readers who have not given up on this slow-moving story. However, there is still quite a lot of sex.] Chapter Twenty: The gay Professor at home Spurred on by David's idea, early in January Tom got his microbial bioassay method working. He had approached colleagues in the microbiology lab, and they had told him that a mutant of the...
We both were wearing our fatigues and bundled up against the fall night air at the edge of the woods behind the mess hall. So far there was no reason to adjust our warm clothing beyond my fly being unbuttoned. My cock was out as I leaned back against a tree trunk, but it was being kept warm by Corporal Hart's mouth enveloping it. Corporal Hart was just one...
Chapter 2: Gift Baskets Eclipse was so happy today, even considering the fact that some dark magicians had shown up on the grounds. Yes, the headmistress was having a babe and getting married to a babe... damn, why hadn't he gotten to Vaccari first. The man just had an ass that wouldn't quit.... But Eclipse had always had an eye for such things, but never...
This story is about gay sex between consenting adults. All the characters are fictional. Special thanks to "William Burroughs" for his help. I love hearing from my readers so send me a note. - Dre ***** "Are you kidding me! Look George this remodel is already three weeks behind schedule...I don't care, I'm not going to wait another month to have the counte...
The dough was soft and stuck to my hands. I added some flour from the open container beside me, continuing to knead it. The brick ovens behind me threw heat out carelessly, bathing my back in their warmth. I wiped my brow with the back of my forearm as I tried not to drip into the dough. Some perspiration in the soon-to-be crust was inevitable, but, as they...
I awoke early in the morning with John's huge cut frame lying on top of mine. Head nestled against my neck, his breath came out in calm even intervals, steaming hot. He was sleeping like a sated bear, ready for the long winter. I, however, was aching all over. My throat was aching, my legs were spread open and sore—probably because I had maintained this posi...
The whole of this story is untrue, any resemblance to those people, places or events is purely coincidence. I always encourage you to wear protection, but in this story its purely fantasy. Working as an undercover cop posed certain risk I never new how much risk until I got my last assignment. I was working narcotics on the south side we had this particular...
Lexxie ran his fingers back through his red hair, still slightly damp from the hot shower he just stepped out of. "Uhh, Jack, you're not going to tell me where we're going?" He begged as he stepped back into their room, scrounging around in his drawer for some nice going-out clothes. Jack pointedly avoided staring at his boyfriend's nakedness and shook his...
"I'm not your slave," said my wife as she picked up her suitcase, and slammed the front door behind her. She had packed only one suitcase, the essentials, and she was leaving everything else behind. The thing she wanted most in the world was never to see me again. And all because I had asked her for a pair of clean socks. Dammit. This was a rotten situat...
Ian was on a roll. With the second draft of lyrics well under way and the melody writing itself, he knew he'd finally gotten it. He'd finally written a love song to rival all love songs. Honest, pure, impossible to ignore: exactly what he was going for. Becca had to listen to this. She'd have no choice but to love him and allow herself to be loved in return....