This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. ***** "Chapter 1: The Pines Motel" The snow was coming down harder. "Shit!" said Dave, "We're never going to make it back home tonight in this crap." His shoulders and neck were cramped from the stress of driving in the miserable weather, and he was ready to th...
I had laughed when Oliver said he'd had a thermal earth house built, but then I may have overdone it in the other direction when he took me there, because he left it to me in his will. It wasn't just that it was dug into the side of a hill that had made me laugh. It also was because it was in the middle of nowhere—practically surrounded by the Rocky Mountain...
My name's Rudy. Rudolpho actually. Rudolpho Anthony Teagan. What in the fuck were my parents taking? After all, our lineage stretches back to the Irish; and really? Rudolpho? I'm at a total loss on that one. But that's not the story you want to hear. Let's begin. I ended up living in Los Angeles due to my indulgence in a lustful undertaking. A good budd...
Author's note: Please bear with my grammar. I only use English as my second language. I am not a writer or anything but I do aspire to be one as I found out I liked writing stories. I don't have an editor only because I'm shy. Please read the prologue of this story, Event Horizon, so you may follow the lead. Please write your comments below as they are appre...
[This story takes place in the last quarter of the twentieth century, when things like the internet did not exist. You are warned that in addition to the gay sex that you are looking for, there is much in the story about music, science, religion, English college life and alcohol. There is also some crude language. Should any of these topics not suit you, the...
In the small farming community of Beatrice, the folks have called Brent Greyson "Grey" for short ever since he had been a child. Now, well into his thirties, Grey still resided on his inherited family farmland just on the outskirts of Beatrice Country. Farming was hard work, and life hadn't recently been terribly kind to Grey, but he loved the land, and he e...
(This story is a sequel to "A Christmas Tree Scent"; but both stories hold up on their own. Enjoy!) *** Crack. A stick breaking! I darted around, with the obvious conceit of being some sort of powerful prey animal, claws aloft. Stillness and silence. Okay, I broke the stick. That was just me. I continued, already feeling a little ridiculous. Maybe thi...
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. Mitch and Darrin walked slowly through the cattle barns, feeling very mu...
There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in this story. In all cases it was between the main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationships and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. "You knock. You're enjoying this too much for me to spoil your fun." Mitch...
There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in this story. In all cases it was between the main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationships and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. Mitch stood staring out the window. He could not believe the snow had cut...