(This is a continuation of a story of good friends becoming lovers and best friends filling a need neither one realized he had. Guys alone in a hunting cabin…miles away from home….buck fever satisfied…friendships deepened…I only wish this were a true story! Hope you enjoy it. I am working on the next chapter and I’ll post it as soon as I can.) I finished...
This story gets pretty graphic and dark at some points! If you are squeamish and not prepared to read gruesome things, hit that back button in your browser and dodge this story. As always, comment your thoughts! ***** BETH: It was one of the most chilling things to see Alistair cry like this. Alistair was as tough as nails and showed very little emotio...
Notes: Thanks to Leanne and MAB7991 for their editing expertise. STRAIGHT NO MORE I was getting ready for a trip to Washington on business, for work when Bill, a guy I didn't like at all, said at coffee, "If you are in D.C. you have got to go to the Iron Rod." "The what?" I asked, barely listening since all the guy did was bullshit. "The Iron Rod is th...
CHAPTER 1 Matthew Makepeace laid his final brick of the day and, in his usual meticulous fashion, pointed off the excess mortar from the course he had just finished. When Matthew had finished a piece of work, there was never any need to go back and point the joints as he always left everything perfect. Matthew was, as you must now have gathered, a brick- l...
I did bear guilt. They kept telling me I shouldn't feel any, but I couldn't get out from underneath it and I couldn't tell anyone why. The loving had been intense and among the best we'd ever had, provided the most satisfying release I can remember us as having. But it had also ended in sobs. That should have given me a clue, because it wasn't joyous. It had...
[This story is set in England in the last quarter of the twentieth century, before cellphones and the Internet, before GPS and WiFi, and before our present social acceptance of homosexuality, before AIDS, before IVF, before surrogacy. A certain well-known female politician was British Prime Minister, but politics do not figure at all in this romantic, rather...
By Jason Land CHAPTER 1 The room echoed with the inimitable sound of a well applied cane mating with a pair of well muscled buttocks. Valerius Titus Nero was in process of correcting an errant slave and the final stroke of the switch he was using left the tenth livid furrow across the recipients arse. "Stay exactly where you are, bent across that table...
I left the stairwell and headed back to my apartment but I scarcely remembered the walk. I was entirely preoccupied by that fucking video and what it meant. The moment I got home I sat on the sofa and played it again. I had the full measure of the situation at last. I'd been under the impression it had begun at the Cottage on Thursday night, but now I saw i...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: You will probably enjoy this story much more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-2 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** They stood in the airless trailer, sweating: the beefy, muscular, clean-shaven man, and t...
Chapter 75: Miscellaneous Yuri's car drives around the corner, into the parking lot of an apartment complex. She parks into a vacant space, and quickly steps out. She runs up the stairs until she reaches Ryo's door. She knocks hard, and waited until Ryojin opens from the other side. "Where is he?" Yuri asked, "Is he ok??" "He still asleep..." Ryo said in...