--- Darren Tyler got me good in the car. It had been a long time since I'd had anything. Too long. I had a little more willpower the next time we went out and kept him at bay. He whined like a little puppy, then he got a little rougher. There was a wolf in there. Three more nights in a row he tried to get his hand down my trousers and I denied him each tim...
Author's note: Intergalactic Porn Star is a work of gay male fiction, set in the distant future, about an organisation that provides hard core porn to the colonies. In this episode, Ryan learns more about Ashley's extended contract with IGPN, and is tasked with helping him retain his sanity. * * * The next day was Sunday, and the performers were back o...
Water dropped from the sky; it started to rain. Luckily, Cameron was still leaning against the lockers, safe under the roof. He didn't move a muscle for ten minutes, still in shock of what happened between him and Leon. Cameron touched his lips with his fingers. He couldn't believe that Leon kissed him. "Cameron? There you are," Max ran up to him. "We've b...
I stare into my half-empty Styrofoam cup. The coffee's grown cold. I hate coffee, and this particular coffee smells like old shoes and tastes worse, but it's the only way I can stay awake at work. I've slept five hours in the past week. I am a fucking zombie. I'm curled up in the archives in the basement. No one goes into the basement. It's even more ugly,...
He arrived back at the hotel, tired from hours of meeting with dark suits and overly serious faces. He was looking forward to a bath, a glass of wine, and the anticipation of his visitor. He handed the front desk an envelope with instructions and a name written on the front. Inside was a room key. He entered his hotel room, sat his briefcase on the desk and...
I was going to call this by another name, but figured, what the hell? It is a fantasy. I may as well fantasize about the real man. Several years ago my now deceased wife had met the man on the Internet and went to his Sacramento home to meet him. She was appalled at the state of his housekeeping, to the point that it took her most of two days just to clean h...
In the Temple of the Dove, all was quiet. The worshipers listened respectfully, as the priest spoke about the glories of peace and attempted to guide the parishioners through whatever was troubling their lives. If, upon entering the Temple, you walked around the altar room, and bypassed the parishioners, you would then enter the main temple area. From there...
Last summer, I found myself in Nashville, TN, attending some education seminars for my work. While there, I found a jazz club that was celebrating Mardi-gras, and I spent two evenings there watching women bare their tits for a green necklace, or other prize, from the group that was playing there. The music, the food, the tits and people made for very enterta...
This story, I think, should be considered a gothic thriller. I haven't written actual horror since I was a teenager. But the idea for this story hit me and I started writing. My hopes are that it will leave the reader breathless and wondering what just happened. It'll be a short story with only a few chapters and I hope you'll enjoy the suspense and thrills....
I never knew his name; our hosts never told us. Neither did I know where they found him. He wasn't the first young man which the posse of imperious dominants had provided for the entertainment and he wouldn't be the last. The submissive character and accommodating nature of the sluts which brightened these parties always entranced me. They loved to serve; t...