Something about the sheer dress socks made Charles nervous. He was at his bed, fully dressed in his best three-piece suit, lush paisley tie knotted around his crisp cutaway collar, grosgrain braces to match, silk handkerchief spilling out of his breast pocket, glittering cufflinks--the whole nine yards. But he saved the sheer socks for last. It was the way...
It was about 8:30 in the evening, and Kyle and Sammy had just finished eating a light dinner in their apartment. The two boys were both 18-year-old freshmen in a small private engineering college new New York City. There were roommates, jointly renting a tidy two-bedroom apartment a few blocks from campus. ***************************** Both boys were gay...
Authored by Thomas Stevenson and Southern Suitor. ***** "Are those new shoes?" It was the man Tommy always noticed at the bus stop. The one who always had his tie in an immaculate double windsor, a gleaming fist of silk around his neck, sharp lapels and waistcoat, crisp French cuffs and cufflinks with gleaming patent leather shoes like angular black mirror...
"What's the matter with you guys? You got lead in your ass? We're never going to win a goddamn thing if you don't pick up your game! Tom was screaming at the football team as they practiced for the upcoming game. His red hair glinted in the bright sunlight so that his head seemed on fire, matching his fiery temper. Most of the team looked sheepishly at me,...
"It doesn't have to be him! He is your kind; I can sense that. But a male? No cubs can come from him. If he is here there must be others of your kind. Let him lead us to them, be our guide. A kitling his age is surely capable of that. But you can't claim him, My Lord, the clan would revolt." Cavel's lips curled into a sharp sneer and he cuffed the cat on th...
I was seated at the high table, but just barely. Newly minted Bishop McLeod—Andy to me in moments of privacy—was four seats to my right, at the center of the table. I couldn't have achieved eye contact with him, if I'd wanted to. I wondered if Crandel, seated to the bishop's right, the dean of the college, had arranged that seating that on purpose. Crandel w...
Author's note: Contains non-consensual/reluctant sex / femdom / BSDM / bondage. Please note, I understand that in the BDSM community consent is paramount, and that is not accurately reflected here in some scenes. Which is, in fact, the whole point. * * * 7.49 a.m. What kind of a time was that to a university student? 7.49 a.m. wasn't supposed to exist for...
Dylan O Meets Benjamin *** Dylan O appears in my Mason series. Dana and Ross appear in my Lockie series. This is part of a planned series of spin offs featuring characters from the "In'DaMan'd" Universe.*** Series Order 1. Dylan O Meets Kelvin 2. Dylan O Meets Prince Nadal 3. Dylan O Meets Jordan + Matt 4. Dylan O Meets Benjamin Dylan looked over the...
A couple weeks later, I'm sitting in the first of three classes that are blocked together on my schedule for Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. An email from the professor who teaches my second class appears right as I'm about to close my laptop, announcing that the class is canceled and apologizing for the extremely short notice. I'm thrilled that I won't have...
(This story is a sequel to "A Christmas Tree Scent"; but both stories hold up on their own. Enjoy!) *** Crack. A stick breaking! I darted around, with the obvious conceit of being some sort of powerful prey animal, claws aloft. Stillness and silence. Okay, I broke the stick. That was just me. I continued, already feeling a little ridiculous. Maybe thi...