Joe wasn't in the bedroom when I went to look for him after I said goodbye to Sarah. But then, neither were the clothes I'd laid out on the bed, so I wasn't too worried. I found him in the kitchen scrambling some eggs; there were mushrooms grilling in another pan and fresh sliced tomatoes on the butcher block. The bread was already in the toaster waiting fo...
Disclaimer: This story is fictional. The characters are entirely fictitious and are not based on anyone who has or is still living. Any resemblances to any person or persons who are alive or dead are completely coincidental. All characters depicted in this story are above 18 years of age. The following contains some explicit scenes of male/male sex and a...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novel 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 rom...
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[Pt. 01 should be read first] Chapter Eight Awakening On the fourth night after our arrival, and a week after he had been rescued from the rubble, I was taking my second turn overnight with him and early in the grey morning about 5-30 am, Luke stirred. At once I rang for a nurse and held his hand. I squeezed it, and there was a response. His eyelids flic...
Dear Reader, This is my first story and I would love to hear what you think. Comment away, but please go easy! Yours, Hudson Bartholomew ***** "Cheers!" Marcus threw back the shot of tequila and savored the burn that trailed down his esophagus and warmed his belly. "We're going dancing!" Stephen shouted in Marcus' ear and headed out to the danc...
Tommy's Third Year at College [In this part of the story, Tommy and Martin take over the narration.] Chapter 52 Martin: Alone in Camford When I had returned with David Singleton-Scarborough from Bristol airport feeling sad that I would not see my darling fag-boy for at least ten weeks, he said to me, "Martin, I know exactly how you feel! Saying goodbye to...
THE USS COCK vs. THE LEATHERNECK BATTLESHIP Couldn't believe my eyes. Who woulda thunk? The Hulk had a weakness! I was amazed. Couldn't believe it. A monster like The Hulk with such a teeny weakness! It was like the Statue of Liberty jumping up on a chair screaming it saw a mouse. Let me explain. The Hulk was the biggest Marine I ever saw. An oversized R...
Chapter 1: The Beginning Pelaam, August 2007. Wyl trudged wearily through the driving rain. The chill he had been suffering had definitely taken a turn for the worse. He stopped as he coughed harshly, tears springing to his eyes in its aftermath. He panted, feeling cold and sore and light-headed. He really couldn't afford to take time off from the evening...
"Prince Rupert," I said, rising from my seat at the outdoor patio of the American Bagel and Coffee Company Café. I hadn't seen him approach with his coffee in one hand and a bagel on a plate in the other. I'd been watching a young man enter Vaduz's Kunstmuseum square, look around, and then indirectly move toward where I was sitting. I wasn't at the café by a...