(Authors Note: This is the 7th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03. Teaser alert...Cecil was not one of the three men this story is about. The third generation man, Scott (the best is yet to come!) will be introduced soon...) Winter break came. I stayed in Boston for lack of an...
It's summer of my 20th year, and I am experiencing a life-altering, sizzling, sexual awakening--and, so far, the best summer of my life. I just finished my junior year at California State Poly and came home a week ago. I'm the second oldest of 4 athletic boys, and my parents are still together and happy, most of the time. I had been looking forward to spen...
I found Wendy on OKCupid. She was just another face as I scrolled down, albeit a fairly attractive one. I clicked on her profile, glancing over it: she was older than me, which is not usually my type, and she was six years older than I at thirty two. She had a darker natural red hair in shoulder length cut, but a sort of light olive complexion, and pouty lip...
Sasha Marin sat and stared at the six men around him. Each of them were either laughing, drinking beer, or watching some television. They didn't seem to care much what Sasha was doing, even though he was their prisoner. Then again, the skinny, five foot two brunette was no match for the six muscle bound giants around him. Sasha Marin was the only son of Vl...
When the scheme first got started, it seemed to be no big deal, really. By then there wasn't anything to protect and after the first time as part of the boarding house service there wasn't that much to be embarrassed about either. My family came to Asheville when I was just ten. For me, it was an improvement over the dreary coal mining towns of western Penn...
Patrick was a millennial gay, which is to say one of those people consumed by his hormones with an outlet for it on the internet. Multiple hook up apps, favorite porn sites played morning and night, a steady stream of NSFW tumblr feeds available for an afternoon wank in the toilet if none of the nudes in his Grindr/Scruff/Hornet/Jack'd/Adam4Adam, messages we...
Thank you for your wonderful response to my first two stories. "Looking for Mr. Wells" and "My Cross Country Adventure". This story finds me getting involved in another unusual relationship, this time with an older gentlemen. * Chapter 1. Locker room flirting. It was all I could do to keep from getting aroused in an obvious way. I was already plenty excit...
He'd just started to take off his parka in the waiting room when she came out from her inner office dressed in a heavy coat, a scarf around her throat. She smiled the smile she always smiles - the "psychiatrist to patient smile." She spoke to him in her friendly, professional therapist voice: bright, warm, hopeful. "Keep your parka on. Did you do as I aske...
The note read, "I've had enough of this." That's all. Hal had left it on the dining room table for me to see. The scrawl was obviously done in anger. I hadn't thought the fights—not rising to the level of fights, I didn't think—we'd had the last couple of nights were enough to push him over the edge. I know I shouldn't have said that he went for the surfac...
"This is Claude, Claude Barbier, Neal. He'll be living with us this summer. He's a concert pianist. French." "I've heard interesting things about you, young man," the Frenchman said. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." This was how I was greeted coming off the train in Gunzenhausen, an ancient Bavarian town on a large lake, Muhr am See, be...