The week crawled by as much as it flew. The days were a blur in slow motion, my mind completely divorced from the classes I was attending. The nights were long and swollen, lying in bed after a long shower and clutching my hard cock until I finally fell to sleep, trying to think of anything but sex. Jennifer was royally pissed I hadn't called her the night...
I had it all figured out this thing called life, or so I thought. Turns out life can kick you in the balls when you're not looking and turn your whole world around. I'm a jock, sorry, was a jock; I guess once you graduate high school unless you go pro or get a scholarship you're not technically a jock anymore. I still run and lead an active life though and t...
It has been quite a while since the last submission in this series, but now I am happy to present the third part of House-Sitting With a Homosexual. Eric and Daniel's homosexual experiences continue as they enjoy the brief time they have together. I hope you enjoy the story. ***** Daniel's stirring woke me as his warm body brushed against mine. My eyes flu...
Chapter 96: Way Back When The whole time Merrick is with Syrinx -- bandaging him up, cleaning him off, buying a new set of cloths for him and throwing away the ones covered in blood -- Merrick is almost completely silent. All he can manage is an occasional glare as they go. Finally, after a half hour's worth of driving, they stop at a Starbucks. "Are you o...
This story is the expression of a fantasy that I've had for a long time. It is partly autobiographical, in that I took some incidents and events from my own life and used them. But I've never had an actual homosexual experience or been involved in a gay relationship. Therefore, the story is pure fantasy—my idealized version of what it might be like to have a...
Before starting my tour of duty in Okinawa, I thought my primary talent was playing the piano. I was soon to learn otherwise, though, and my late coming to "the" life gripped me like a disease or an unshakable habit. I had known since not long after puberty that I had an unusual attraction. I had formed friendships quickly from my days in high school—and no...
The following is an expanded version of a story I wrote five years ago. In that story I sought to capture some of the intense closeness some men can feel for other men, a closeness borne out of shared experiences and common struggles that can often leave friends as close as brothers. I came back to this story because I really liked its message that nothing i...
"God, he was big. Christ, he was huge. Fuck, he was punishing me." The mantra kept running through my mind. And I wasn't just talking about Jomata Nyoni's height, breadth, and belly. I'd been told that he was called the Man Splitter in Uganda when he was working his evil as one of Idi Amin's enforcers, but that was about his work with an ax. Nobody had told...
[Tom and Luke's Final Year Pt. 01 should be read first] Chapter Twenty-four Guilt and regret About 4 pm, my cellphone rang. It was Francis Eglantine. "Tom, I can see you for a maximum of 25 minutes just before Evening Prayer in Chapel. Come to my rooms at 6 prompt." "Thank you, Francis, I'll be there." I said. When I arrived at Francis's rooms, I knock...
Chapter 1 I sprinted at full speed, stark naked, cock swinging, hiding my face, scrambling up the slope behind the beach to dive behind the bushes. Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, hell! Peering back through the branches, I saw Staff Sergeant Nilen looking the other way. Whew, that was close. I gnashed my teeth. Buck naked and crouching behind the bushes, I felt li...