This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. All characters who engage in sex in this story are at least eighteen years of age. Warning, this story contains explicit descriptions of male/male sex. Many thanks to my editor Lin Hall for his sharp eye and sharper wit. Also, I am very appreciative of my beta readers, nomoretears00 and Josh, for...
My wife was off to see her mother, and for the first time since he'd gotten it, my neighbor, Marty, had invited me for an evening in the hot tub he had put in. His house backed onto my side yard, and he'd done a whole lot of nice renovation on his property since he had moved in. Marty was divorced and probably was in his early fifties, judging from his grayi...
Aaron woke up first from the nap and looked beside him and Gus and Mark still resting soundly. He went to the kitchen and pulled the fresh filets from the fridge and got them prepped for dinner along with the guac and side of pasta. He set the table on the deck and poured three glasses of red wine and made his way back down the hall to wake his guys for dinn...
"Can you do something to keep that bloody hound quiet?" Barnes had had enough. He was trying to get into James' pants, yes, but the howling of that damned dog was driving him to distraction, and it was just that much more than he needed out here in a muddy trench on the Aisne with the Huns singing and shooting off their guns at ten-minute intervals from dus...
This is a story told to me by a friend. He read my story about Florence and emailed me. We found we both lived in the same area of England and as he liked the way I told my story, he asked me if I would relate one of his experiences. He gave me a lot of the details but I have 'embellished' it because he was embarrassed about some of it and I like to write re...
When Marty did ask me over, I was prepared, although I wondered if the minimalist Speedo I had bought and not yet worn would give too obvious of a signal that I was ready. I had always been curious about that lifestyle, and I couldn't get the images of the other night out of my mind. I had visions of finding Neal there, waiting for me. I think that's what p...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Kyle Parker vs. Aaron Hunter The Contract! *** Kyle Dylan Parker was what most people would call enthralling. He was at least six -feet-three, good-looking and extraordinarily sexy. With his captivating soft hazel eyes, long dark eyelashes, dark blonde hair cropped very short, and his heart-stopping smile, Kyle...
I don't know what the hell I'm doing in college. I'm what you'd call white trash. I'm eighteen years-old, have four tattoos and I smoke like a chimney. I have a crew cut and often go shirt-less because I have a lean, muscular physique. I don't work out much anymore, but I still have a six-pack. I'm not gay but I danced at a gay strip club in my home town eve...
I found what I was looking for fairly quickly. The Cypriot door leading into the hidden garden had been the clincher. I felt I needed the autumn off—or at least I needed a change of scene and more mystery in my life. I had been in great demand in Savannah, but that was why I needed the autumn off. There had just been too many men. I didn't want to lose the...
Last sentence chapter 47-"guy wants to be our slut" I know I asked you this before but, "Your comment of 'Maybe we should seriously think about moving in with him.' Wasn't for real, right?" I said. Fred is sitting across from me softly fondling his cock with one hand and occasionally rubbing his nipples with the other. Smiling, he says, "It is a thought th...