At 4:45 I decided to go out onto the balcony and wait for Sam to get home from work. I don't like face-to-face confrontations so I generally avoid them, but his snub of me this morning was eating away at my heart. I wore navy blue nylon gym shorts and a matching cut-off tee shirt. Powder blue string bikini briefs underneath the shorts completed my outfit....
Hi guys! This is the last chapter of Embracing the Tension. I thought about breaking it up into two smaller chapters, but I figured I've tortured you guys enough already! Thanks for sticking with me through this very long journey and I hope the ending lives up to its promise! Yours, Hudson Copyright © 2018 by Hudson Bartholomew. All rights reserved...
I was behind the bar at the Wild Goose that very same night. The owners, Carla and Johnny Lake, wanted to attract a younger crowd and generally make the place more hip. That made me grin to myself, but I nodded seriously. They were very clear that they wanted to hear any ideas I had to change the image of the place and draw people in. Ideas? This hick town w...
Edited by: Pretty Randy It is strongly recommended that readers check out chapter one before reading this continuation. ***** The next several months saw Jeff and Howard settle into a kind of exploratory phase. Though nominally they maintained separate bedrooms, they were often together overnight. Their sexual interactions were satisfying, but not confini...
This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or events is unintended and purely accidental. This is part two of a series. If you haven't already done so, it is best to read Chapter 1 first. As there is no story category for bisexual male/MMF, I thought the best place for it was in the Gay section. Cleanphil ~~~ It was a gorgeous and uns...
Mitch and I hardly spoke that week. After work, he spent his evenings in the driveway, working on Seth's truck. I spent some time doing the yardwork that I had neglected over the weekend. We fended for ourselves for dinner. We spoke less in that entire week than we normally did in a single day throughout our entire friendship. I didn't get to see Seth at a...
"It was good of you to come." "I was surprised that your father wanted me here." I was sitting in the courtyard of a restored traditional Turkish home on Efeler Street, three blocks up the hill from the old walled harbor of Kyrenia, in Turkish-held Cyprus. Zeki Ceren, the son of Serhan, was looking a bit uncomfortable but also quite handsome. There was quit...
"Yes, hold just like that, please. You pose well." "As well I should," Philip answered as he put an arm up to lean on the frame of the door out to the balcony. All he was wearing was an opaque dress shirt, unbuttoned and gaping open, which was made even more opaque—luminous even—by the backlighting of the sun beyond the balcony of the eleventh-floor, Darlin...
By Tom Collins and Jushorny *Joel * Coffee. I adore it. The rich fragrance that fills the air as it brews. The intense, bitter nuttiness of a fresh cup, and the way sweeteners only mellowed it. The cool creaminess as it flows over my tongue, making it tingle ever so slightly. The false, energetic boost as it hits the blood stream, making you feel like it m...
(Although it features hardcore scenes, this novella is meant to be a plot-driven character study, exploring the dynamics in male intergenerational sex) *** CHAPTER 1 At twenty one years old, Erik had short blond hair, a very white complexion, and everything in his long face was regularly shaped. The thin mustache he had over his lips was hardly visible be...