*** Liam *** I stood by the side of the grave, staring at my mother's casket, draped in flowers. For some reason, I couldn't cry. I'd been inconsolable when my dad died, but now, my cheeks were dry. Of course, she'd been sick for years. I guess at this point, I was just glad she didn't hurt anymore. The pain, never ending, heart wrenching pain, had been so...
It's time for the story that kept us all glued. We continue with Miguel's journey as he tries to fight the men that wronged him and find justice for himself, his parents and his uncle. Will his fight for love and justice finally pay off as we draw closer to the finale of the first part? Find out as we continue this epic tale of Miguel Powers, a ruthless busi...
This is a bit of a deviation for me. Rather than a longer, slower developing story, this is a series of three short(er) stories. They involve three different men at three different stages of the narrator's life: at 18, at 36, and at 54. As always, I enjoy receiving feedback and suggestions from readers, so please post comments or email me your thoughts on ho...
This is a gay romance story: This story has been a while in production, with little time to devote to writing it has taken a long time to get the story the way I envisioned it. I do hope you enjoy it, it is lengthy to warn you, but I didn't want to spilt it up into parts I think that takes from the story, I love stories that flow evenly so this is my attem...
This is a love story, not a sex story. There is sex, but it comes later, after James and Luke fumble toward each other. As always, I like to hear from readers. ***** Chapter One For my thirtieth birthday, three of my best buddies from law school -- Andrew, Curt, and John Ralph ("Ralphie" to almost everyone who knew him and certainly to all of us) -- invi...
This story starts right where Not A Date chapter 3 ends. You may want to read NAD 1, 2, and 3, first. Alternatively, this can read as a standalone story. ***** POV - Ryan I woke up before Jake. It was amazing how child-like he looked when sleeping. I stared at him, and my heart lurched. Last night had been magnificent. More than magnificent, earth-tilting...
Waking up with a big rough hand other than my own down my shorts is always a little surprising. It certainly doesn't happen very often. Actually, it almost never happens. For some reason Nick can't resist my morning wood. In fact, he's always grabbing at my package when he thinks no one is looking. I think it amuses him to see how much it embarrasses me. B...
By PapaWereBear and UrsusMajr (What follows is a work of fiction. Enjoy the fantasy, but please do not confuse it with reality. None of the incidents portrayed happened, and none of the characters are meant to depict actual persons, living or dead. This story contains descriptions of sex between consenting adult males. If such offends you or is illegal fo...
WHAT I'M *NOT* LOOKING FOR IN COMMENTS/REVIEWS: *Critique/criticism of my writing style-I'm comfortable with my style (wordiness and all), so if you find it not to your liking, you're welome to try out something else. *Publication advice-I'm not trying to get published, so advice on how to make a piece publication worthy is not necessary. *Sarcasm or rude...
HOW THE RIVER FEELS One -- A Concert to Remember Jack sat in the dim light, reading his program for the symphony concert, the first of the season. It was the first time he had been to a concert since -- how long? -- since before he and Karen had married. No, they went once or twice in their first year of marriage. Then, job, childbirth, moves, finances, al...