His bedroom was in the basement. I recognized it from the views I'd seen on his web cam. A double bed occupied most of the space. A long desk littered with computer equipment, electronics, magazines and assorted office paraphernalia ran along the outside wall paralleling the bed. The space between the bed and the desk was just wide enough to accommodate a...
Dave stepped into his neighbor's darkened garage. It was cool and smelled of oil and grease. He smiled. An old red car with its hood up dominated the shadowy space. "Are they gone?" he asked as he walked along the side of the car, one big hand sliding along the curves of the vehicle. Pete stood up when he heard Dave's voice and smiled when he saw that the...
"You think you wanna do that again?" Toby asks me mindlessly. We're in his room, playing Smash Bros on his Switch like we used to do next door. Toby's bedroom is slightly larger than mine, and he has enough space in here for a sizeable TV with an opposing couch, which the two of us are sitting on now. He's beating me in a stock match, but only barely. "No,...
Wow. Penultimate chapter. So my British editor has just embarked upon a month-long work trip and she can no longer be able to help me with Julian's portions. I apologize for any cultural or linguistic inconsistencies, but, sometimes, online erotica is not perfectly written. Shocking, ain't it? Also, I've written much less of the final chapter than I'd hop...
A pair of swinging, wood doors with dingy, translucent glass opened into the men's room of the recently-restored, historic building. Roger was careful to push he door on the right open, lest he smash into someone coming out the other door. He found himself in a large vestibule with another pair of wood and glass doors opening into the privacy of the huge men...
In my late 30s I found a bath club in Toronto called the cellar. It is not the poshest place around but the action there was always pretty hot. On entering the place you had a choice of getting a room or a locker. The lockers were near the front of the building as were the few showers. Some right in the shower room others in the hallway beside it. Also near...
The only time I've ever done anything in public was in a parking lot with a guy I met on CL. He was married and I was in live-in relationship with my girlfriend at the time, so neither of us could host. He told me that he knew of a good spot so we arranged to meet me at the mall. He told me he had a large SUV that had tinted windows which would give us the p...
Sorry for the long wait. I'm working more hours than I ever have in my life and focusing on other writing projects as I finish a novel. I haven't forgotten about you, nor do I find this any less important than other things in my life. May you never find yourself becoming conditional. Write your own stories. Walk through doors that others can't even see. Ma...
Chapter One: Individuating His mind is a clutter of thoughts. Did I get that e-mail? I don't have any coffee. John? Was his name John? Sweet smile, nasty attitude. Is it getting hotter? I can't run like I used to. Does Carolyn think I'm gay? My feet hurt. I've got to lose five pounds. My mother would hate me if she knew. I miss Butch, he was such a good...
Jace: I was eating my microwaved dinner when my phone started ringing, I checked caller ID and saw an unfamiliar number. Weird, I answered in case it was work. "Hello?" I answered. "Hello is this Jace Ederson?" asked a hauntingly familiar beautiful voice and I froze. "This is Diego Salvatore, we met earlier today, you ran into my body guard." "I...I.. r....