This is the story of another time. The Vietnam war was tearing the country apart and young people were beginning to throw off the outdated rules of a society. The year was 1969 and the place was Boulder Colorado where two young men met and embraced their homosexuality. It is also a story of dominance and submission and the myriad emotions these roles bring f...
The little girl's father knelt beside her, his arms around her waist as they watched the squirrel creep closer. She was clearly afraid. She crowded into the half-circle of her father's arms, her wide blue eyes tracking the animal's approach. Her father said something to her and put an unshelled peanut in her hand, gesturing for her to give it to the squirrel...
I plopped onto my bed with a sigh. I've finally finished unpacking my belongings into the room. //Back at last// I thought, where I belong. I was brought up in Japan. My parents work there, you see, and I've never felt right being there. I did have friends there but nothing really felt solid. Sure, the girls will want to be with you, and the guys will thin...
I truly appreciate all the great comments...thanks for the encouragement! I'll try not to let you down and make this chapter as good as the last...it's not actually me though Because I am just telling a true story so it's much easier but it's making the boys happy that you are Enjoying their tale so much! I have had a request to do more on my personal st...
~WARNING~ The following story contains adult content involving intense sensuality and is 100% unvarnished truth. If you are someone whom has ever said the phrase "too much information", you should quit reading now. * Friday night, Shawn and I arrived home shortly after 1 AM after a late night drive in the country. It had been a full, wonderful, but exhaust...
This must be it; this must be when Shawn finally takes me. That thought raced through my mind as Shawn brutally attacked my lips with his. We were stretched out on my dorm bed, me on my back and him covering my body with his. His tanned and muscular body, a gymnast's perfectly chiseled body, was undulating full length on mine. He held my arms above my head,...
"Can you?" Conor heard the words float out of his mouth but he couldn't resist saying them. He needed to hear the answer. He wanted to hear the answer. "Yes." Shawn leaned forward, his lips brushing Conor's trembling ones. Tears gathered at the corners of those breathtaking hazel eyes and he gently kissed them away. "But you have to let me in." Terror seiz...
Shawn thought he'd heard something and struggled into wakefulness. Darkness blanketed the room except for a smudge of pale moonlight. He felt disoriented but held his head up to listen for the noise again. "No, please. Please! I promise!" It was a plea, spoken in a broken voice. A voice teetering on the edge of hysteria. A voice that came from Conor. Sha...
"Did you hear that?" Shawn paused in helping Daphne out of the car and cocked an ear towards the house. A few seconds later, he heard it again. A scream. And it was coming from inside his house. Shawn raced up the path and flung the door open. "Shut up, you little pussy!" Up the stairs. His heart was pounding in his ears as he took the steps two at a time...
Shawn Anderson pulled the sheet up over the lifeless body and bit his lip, fighting back tears of hollow anger and bitter frustration. Damn this disease! Yet another victim of the relentless, uncaring infection known as AIDS. Someone’s father, someone’s son. This one was Alan Dunlop, a locally famous photographer who had introduced him to the beauty of Rober...