~Aiden~ "Bloody hell!" "Yes, I agree." Seven out of nine Montgomerys were in my study. I was seated on my leather chair, my head on my desk. The last time I'd spoken was about ten minutes ago. As far as I could tell without actually lifting my head, the other six were having a hard time sitting still. They moved about as much as they talked. "What just h...
Hello my lovely readers. Before diving into this chapter I'd like to welcome you and thank you for reading the previous chapters. I really hope you'll like and find it interesting. Feel free to comment, give your views and rate this story. I love you guys a lot. Enjoy... **** The alarm by the tiny table on the bed side suddenly rang, bringing Adrian back t...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Welcome to this lovely chapter of one of your favorite stories. I would like to thank you guys for making this story a big success, even better than I imagined. Both of my ongoing stories, "Wild Flower" and "Destined Hearts" are going successfully and it is because of you guys and your love. I am back to school now...
'No , no, no,' I thought frantically 'Not today, not today of all days'. He was here, my french vanilla dream man. In all his gorgeous glory, he was here. And I was a mess, a literal hot mess. It was the hottest day of summer so far and the air conditioner had blown ten minutes after I arrived to start my shift at the coffee shop I co-owned with my best frie...
The moment you've all been waiting for, Chapter 4 of Field of Blooms: Walking the Halls. As always my stories are gay themed and contain gay sex, except this chapter. Yes, I know you all are crush that there isn't any sex in this chapter. This is a building block chapter that really helps develop the story, don't worry I will make up for the lack of sex in t...
Chad's Point of View He was filling in for another police officer which had called in sick. I went through the security check and just about tripped when I noticed him. I don't know how his uniform didn't rip, it wasn't that he was fat, oh God, he wasn't. He was built. His biceps were something else, I'm sure they were bigger than my thighs. And let's talk...
Sunday morning, June 9, 1996...it was our first anniversary and just over a couple of weeks shy of my forty second birthday. My eyes fluttered open to see 9:47 displayed on the digital clock by our bed. I felt Chik's warm mouth gently nursing on the head of my morning hard-on and I looked down over the crest of my belly to see his head barely bobbing under t...
Chapter 14: Get Free "You don't have to do this," Nick told Francis, holding onto his boyfriend's hand tightly with both of his sweaty palms. "If you're not ready, then there's no need to put yourself through it. No one is forcing you to." Francis took Nick's hands in his own, looking at him silently. "I want to do this. I'm ready. And I don't want to hide...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. *** Hello guys and welcome to the seventh chapter of this lovely series. I love you guys a lot and I thank you for your love and all your comments in the previous chapter. It shows that you guys really love this story a lot. I appreciate that. Get hooked with me and let's make it even more interesting. Don't forge...
Chapter 13 In retrospect, it probably wasn't a good idea for Paul to sequester himself for a long weekend with nothing the meager contents of his refrigerator and a well-stocked liquor cabinet. Three days. Three days of silence from Steven. Three days of messages from Ace. Three days of hating himself. Paul felt like such a fool. And, worse, he knew bette...