A sequel to Beach Trips & Road Head After an hour or so of awkward silence interspersed with glances I couldn't quite read, Chad finally turned on the radio. Sounds of classic rock filled the moving car, making it slightly less awkward. I toyed with my empty Dr Pepper bottle, wishing I had another. I didn't want to stop again, having lost 40 minutes to our...
"What's up with this, Nick?" I asked as I entered the barber shop at one end of the college town's most established shopping strip. "Last time I was here you were lamenting that all of your customers were dying out or retiring away and you'd probably have to close." I looked around the seats lining the wall opposite the barber's chairs and saw that there wer...
February 2010 "Justin tells me you'll take cock for fifty dollars." The massively muscular dark chocolate Tulane all-American fullback, dressed only in athletic shorts, showing off the physique of a god, completely filled the doorway of the small basement bedroom in the Alpha Tau fraternity house. He was leaning against one side of the door frame, his musc...
It was half past midnight. Dillon knew because he had checked the time using his talking watch. The house was quiet and he was sure Nurse Sterning was asleep. She always retired to her room promptly at 10:00 p.m. He carefully made his way down the hall and into the kitchen. Without thinking about it, he had brought his cane along and now he had to work to m...
Jeremy Quinn was a very shy young man who tended to freeze up in social situations. Add that to the fact that he was very unsure of his sexuality and lacked confidence in himself, and it was easy to see how he became so vulnerable to the advances of a man who was not quite what he appeared to be on-line. ... Chapter One: The mystery man. Jeremy Quinn nurs...
Chapter Eleven WORK TO DO & BUTTERFLY KISSES I fixed breakfast the morning for the both of us. I was wearing pink hipster panties with the word SASSY across the seat and a white cami with pink trim which showed my flat belly. The material was lightweight and tight against my lean torso. You could clearly see my nipples which were as pointy as gumdrops. My...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic. The novella is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly romantic, lopsidedly erotic,...
Chapter Eight - Into the Trenches 8:00AM in the morning and here I am walking into the school, my first day at Algonquin. I discover to my dismay that the cafeteria on the Campus is comprised of seven vending machines, along with chipped, plastic laminate, mismatched tables and orange and yellow 'sixties plastic chairs in varying states of disrepair. Ther...
[Author's note: this is the final part of a three-part series.] Part 3. I grabbed the pharmacy bag from the counter and then I went to my room, unbuckled my belt and took my phone out of my pocket. I saw a text from Tom. Chat tonight? I threw the phone on the bed, along with the plastic bag. Then I shucked off my pants and underwear. I was suddenly very...
Dallas closed his cell phone and looked down at Luke who had a broad glistening grin spreading slowly across his face. Luke's lips were coated with his cream and looked delectable. Dallas squeezed the head of his cock forcing the last drops of paste to surface on its top. Luke leaned forward, his hot tongue eager to slip into the slit and lap the last drops...