Tucker Singleton stopped in mid stride toward the back of the courtroom, making the man who was following him run into him. "Uh, sorry," the man said. Tucker just nodded a distant recognition. Tucker always floated a bit above the normal press of the "little" people. In this instance, though, his attention had gone to the new line of defendants shuffling i...
"You seem a million miles away. What has your attention—that newspaper or that Japanese maple out there? The tree is new, isn't it? Wasn't something else there before?" The questions came from Walker Sharp, the novelist, and Maxwell Ackerman's neighbor in the row of small, but very expensive, townhouses on Drayton Street, facing Savannah's thirty-acre Forsyt...
I met him online, his profile said he was a "Sub Bottom looking for a dominant top." we chatted online for a lengthy time, he told me his do's and do nots. He was quite extensive on what he would do and what he would not do. I was amazed at all the things he told me, here I had a sub bottom that wanted to dictate what he would and would not do. He wanted to...
This is a story about my first gay sexual encounter, I was 19 years old and had decided to take a walk to my local park, the park itself was only a short 5 minute walk from my house and being unemployed I often went for walks to break up the monotonous long boring days and I sure as hell wasn't going to stay in watching boring daytime television. The park i...
I was really enjoying the novel from the library and I sat on the park bench reading it. There had been joggers everywhere including young couples, people taking their dogs out for exercise, and a few cyclists. As the sun began setting there were less people taking advantage of the mild weather and the pleasant botanic environment. I checked my watch and d...
This is the story of how I sucked my first cock. It was 7pm, just beginning to get dark, I knelt down and pulled the knot on my laces tight. Standing up I looked left then right before starting my evening jog. I kept up a leisurely pace towards the park where I liked to jog each evening. These days it's the only thing that keeps me in shape. Let me tell...
"Fuckin' shit. Here, take this. Not a word about the other one," Tom said gruffly, as he shoved the paper bag containing a sealed bottle of vodka over into my lap. In the same motion he was pushing the opened pint bottle under his seat. In the flashing of the blue light bouncing off the dashboard of his Dodge Ram, I could clearly make out the "oh, shit" expr...
Dave's Lover Returns Leroy arrived home after being on deployment for a year and dropped off his duffle along with a few other things in his room. He looked around the house, and he was amazed it was decently kept clean for two bachelors living there. Leroy knew Dave was at work, but he didn't know where his brother, Chris, was. He doubted, but he checked...
"So, you think that God is a civil engineer, Jake? Really?" "Not what I said, Sophie." Bemused, I tried again. "It was just the joke I was telling you-- I was saying the contractor told the engineers that." The magic gummy bear may have been a bad idea for this girl, I thought. The 10 mg THC infusion added to the sugary animal shapes up in Colorado must be...
Britain and Rain. Two words that go hand in hand, however whilst there is a certain charm about the continual self-depreciating humour people from my country demonstrate when talking about the weather, the persistent overcast skies and drizzle we are so accustomed to experiencing do tend to curtail many activities that we enjoy. Especially, if those activit...