Chapter One Like the men who made suicide is in my genes. The temptation was too great for my great-grandfather, my grandfather, and my father, having lured all three to the other side. Theories abound as to why. No one knows for sure. I think it's because there was too much dissonance between who they really were and who they pretended to be. We all prete...
This little story has been kicking around in my demented skull for a while. I hope you enjoy. Other than the usual gay male practices, there's just a hint of non-consent. Oh, and my apologies to the Moody Blues; same title, certainly not the same theme...or maybe it is... ...and thank you once again, Miss B! ________________________________ Did you ever...
I joined the agency two days after I graduated from college. I was heavily recruited for the position having been what my university called a scholar-athlete. What that meant was that I had very high grades in a rigorous academic program while participating in team sports. My 4.0 average in international studies with a minor in linguistics got me noticed by...
Chapter One: Paul The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Cir...
Chapter One Dylan "Alright my lovelies! You know how much I hate to disappoint all my cherished viewers, but I haven't had a weekend off in months! So after I finish up here, you're just going to have to satisfy yourselves with watching my videos until I come back online. Sorry! I'll miss you all as much as you miss me, I promise!" The comments that poppe...
Chapter 1 The sun sets on the flat, peaceful wadi of the Azawagh plain. There are no trees or mountains, hills or sand dunes in this part of the world, and navigation by day is ill-advised. The hot dry winds rolling over the beautiful flesh-colored sand flats cause my dark blue tent to billow lazily, carrying away the slender coils of smoke from my cooking...
Here it is, the final chapter of House-Sitting With a Homosexual! Yes I know, the actual house-sitting portion of this series ended a long time ago but the name has stuck and what can I say... I enjoy a bit of alliteration in my titles. This was the first series I ever published at Literotica and it's great that I finally get to bring this one to completion....
(Finally the wait is over! I apologize for the months of disappointment, but I wanted to make this extra special – and I tend to ramble for pages on end, sorry! - and now I have accomplished that task! OC 4 is here to stay, and I hope it lives up to your expectations! As always, I love comments, questions, and interesting tidbits so express yourself~ Thank y...
I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Katie my girlfriend was out of town for the weekend and as I sat down for a drink at the neighborhood watering hole I felt mellow and relaxed. I had the night to myself with nothing really to do and was just going to enjoy it. I sat at the bar and the place was not too crowded for a Saturday night but there was...
WHAT I'M *NOT* LOOKING FOR IN COMMENTS/REVIEWS: *Critique/criticism of my writing style-I'm comfortable with my style (wordiness and all), so if you find it not to your liking, you're welome to try out something else. *Publication advice-I'm not trying to get published, so advice on how to make a piece publication worthy is not necessary. *Sarcasm or rude...