"Get on your knees," Alex said as he sat down on the couch. The stern command fueled the fire that had sparked as I'd watched him saunter through the front door of our apartment wearing nothing but his running shorts. His skin was still flushed from the exertion of his run. I cooked when I was anxious, and Alex went running. After we started fucking, Ale...
There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. Tanner was fascinated as his eyes are locked to the scene unfolding below...
Riverbend Equestrian Park was a pretty fancy name for a pretty fancy place. It was located just west of Lexington, Kentucky, in rolling green-pastured hills sectioned off with gleaming-white fences and was a "have-it-all" sort of enterprise when it came to horses, or nearly it all. Colonel Jameson, the man who lived in the white-brick antebellum house in t...
Despite the fact that my brain had had little time to float back down to the real world from the craziness of the past 14 hours with Daniel, the debilitating cold of Boston had an instant and sobering effect on me. In the South, the entire city shuts down when there is a projected 1/2 inch of snow in the forecast. The schools close and everyone makes a mad d...
As a child, I loved to gently swing back and forth flying through the air in a converted tire swing. Some of my favorite childhood memories were summer afternoons spent gazing up into the sky at the passing parade of puffy cloud animals. I remember the warmth of the sunshine against my skin and the pungent smell of that old faded rubber tire swing. As I lay...
Relax, then. But not too relaxed. This is a seduction. I am your dearest dream. I am whatever, whoever, you want me to be. Harvest home. We are together in a dorm room. The rest of university is home on Thanksgiving break. It is night. We are alone. Not moving, with quiet snow falling down round the whole of the world. You whisper into my shoulder all you...
I had sat there at Joey's beachside bar for more than an hour, watching the young man playing in the surf. When I'd first arrived at the bar, both bored and out of sorts, I'd seen him on his surfboard, riding the waves and doing quite well at it. At length, however, I saw him tire of that and come up on the beach and bury the tip of the board into the wet sa...
He left the ruins of Georgia in the summer of 1874, another orphan of the War of Rebellion and one step ahead of the lynch mobs and night riders. Headed west into the territories seeking out the promise of fortune on the far frontiers, but he was broke and hungry in the slums of St. Louis Missouri before the month was out. A young man without promise or pro...
The Ranch "I'm no cowboy," Eliot reminded his roommate. Behind the wheel of his black Hummer H1, Harlan said, "Neither am I." "But your dad—" "He's a wannabe cowboy." "Who just happens to own a 1,583-acre ranch in Texas." "Land is more like it. The former owner raised turkeys and hogs, but Dad sold the birds and hogs and had the hog barns demolished af...
My best friends and I made a trek to the beach for a long, three-day weekend. The four us of have been friends since college, so we are all nearly the same age, married and each with children, a couple of us even with grandchildren. It was a late summer jaunt just for the guys, a kind of macho, testosterone-filled few days where golf ruled the day and beer f...