Avery checked his phone again. It had been two days since he'd texted Brian and still there was no answer. Avery began to think that maybe Brian was too hurt or angry to text him back. Then again, maybe he was just too busy to be bothered with him at all. Avery knew that he was going to break it off with him, he'd already decided that, he just didn't want to...
"Do me a great big favor. Go play in rush hour traffic." ~Linda Wilkinson to six year old son Shane~ * February 5, 2011 "Let's pluck his eyebrows completely off." "Not good enough. The slut would just draw them back on." "Hmmm, how about this, then? We kidnap him, take him to the hotel's salon then you hold him down while I give him a spray tan." "Ext...
My name is Clivedon Wilhelm Van Der Hoeven, generally known to my family and friends as 'Clive'. I'm thirty-four and everyone tells me I still look twenty-one. Trust me; it's all in the genetics. My paternal grandfather died at eighty-seven and people were amazed to discover his true age in the obituaries. He looked fifty with not a line or crease on his fac...
Disclaimer: This story is fictional. The characters are entirely fictitious and are not based on anyone who has or is still living. Any resemblances to any person or persons who are alive or dead are completely coincidental. All characters depicted in this story are above 18 years of age. The following contains some explicit scenes of male/male sex and a...
After one night with Aleksi, it was bizarre trying to adjust to regular life. I felt as if I'd been on a long, luxurious vacation, and going back to the everyday grind was almost soul-crushingly disappointing. I was working with a team repairing and maintaining gas lines beneath an old apartment building. It was gloomy, filthy work, and my mind was far away....
This is the third chapter of 'Pony Boy' and, if you haven't read the rest, then please do so first. Quite a bit of the story refers back to events in the earlier parts and it won't make much sense if you read them out of order. And, of course, there are the usual disclaimers; anyone involved in sexual acts is over eighteen and we're all fictional. **Impor...
First things first, as always I enjoyed LarryInSeattle's helpful editing. As has always been and shall always be, any mistakes that remain are my own. Second, everyone in this story is over eighteen. Everyone in this story, narrator included, is fictitious. I only wish I were twenty-six still. It may start a little slow for some but the two young men do fi...
With our kids grown and gone Sharon, my wife of over 20 years, and I had taken to trying to put some of the sexual zing of our early marriage back into our lives. One of our new games involved tying the other up and then doing whatever we felt like. Within the limits of not inflicting any injuries or significant pain, we could play out our fantasies on our h...
Special thanks go to my awesome reader and editor, pebo, who gives great suggestions in the gentlest way possible. *** Marshal Jane Freeman was watching her commander closely. He was off, that was for sure. Robbie Sinclair was a space-cold bastard who dedicated himself to his work to the exclusion of everything, and everyone, else. At least, he had been up...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks Heads-up: This chapter is just about their trip and the re-marking of Ryan so please don't expect too much. Wouldn't want to get crucified by readers...again. Cheers! Dedicated to my one and only ~J~ (I still adore you, Sexi). And to L.H. (Just picture Matt Bomer singing 'Heaven'. I...