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Summer of Good-Bye

by sr71plt on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

My prolonged good-bye began on the first day of summer. That wasn't the day of the accident. That had happened two days before. But it wasn't until the first day of summer that the doctors came into my hospital room to tell me that Jamal would recover but might be paralyzed for life from the waist down because of the injury to his back. "You were very lucky...

The Handyman Ch. 03: 1740–50

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Crashing through the undergrowth of the tropical trees in the hot, humid air, Kweku fought to understand where he'd gone wrong. It wasn't his fault that Nana Opuku Ware, the Ashanti King, favored him, a by-blow, over the son who would be king, Okyere. Kweku had overheard Okyere whining to the king, telling him that Kweku was revealing to the Dutch team cam...

Confederate Gold Ch. 02

by KeithD on Sep 14, 2020
Gay Male

Sunday, 2 April 1865, Richmond, Virginia The nine-block walk west along East Broad Street from the First African Church at the corner of College and East Broad was strangely bustling this Sunday morning at 9:00 a.m. The previous Sunday had been quiet at this time. In fact, Temple's, where Eaton Matthews lived and worked, at Grace and 4th Street, had existed...

The Journal Ch. 03

by thebionicman on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. As the two tormentors stood at the...

Vampire LaCour's 2nd Coming Ch. 10

by sr71plt on Apr 3, 2019
Gay Male

Emile had just been renewed, and he was back outside a gay bar on Bourbon Street at 2 A.M. during Mardi Gras, not a bit out of place draped in his black silk cape, watching the entrance to the bar. He only had four days to pull this plan off. But if he did, he would be solving two problems. He was on entirely new territory, however; he had never tried anythi...

Miami Ch. 06

by bominog on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

MIAMI PT 6: SLAVE AND MASTER I lounged naked on top of Henry's freshly changed bed linens and anticipated what new pleasures lay in store for me when Miami returned from yet another coke run. Henrys bitch brought my freshly washed clothes into the bedroom, and wondered what she thought of my lying there butt naked in her man's bed, knowing what had occurre...

The Journal Ch. 08

by thebionicman on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

The Master had Darkie and Blondie bring the two young men to the place where they had fucked and tormented Elias earlier. They were made to stand in the middle of the room facing each other. With Darkie standing behind Andrew and Blondie behind Elias, they slowly pushed the two boys together until their bodies were touching. I watched as their two beautiful...

Pumpkin Patch Snatch

by KeithD on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I didn't know if it was the unseasonal heat or the heavy work we'd done that day or Jake's scary stories or Miguel's empty bed that kept me awake in the dormitory that night, but I had nervous energy to spare. I would doze, but I'd wake up with a start and look over at Miguel's bed, the emptiness of it now explained, and then I'd check all of the other beds...

The Journal Ch. 01

by thebionicman on Sep 1, 2017
Gay Male

The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. I surveyed the chamber for the upcomi...

At The Pool Pt. 03

by SxyHusband on Oct 15, 2017
Gay Male

The drive home from the pool was a very scenic one. I took Matt along a quieter back road, one that ran the span of the river near my home. It gave us more time to relax and unwind. There were no traffic lights, just large expanses of farms, workers in the fields and a few summer cyclists and walkers along the banks. The roof was down, the wind rushed thro...