Firstly, A HUGE thanks to everyone who voted for this series over the months and have put me in the running for Best Gay Male Story of 2015!! You are all amazing! If you like what you read here, please go and vote for me on the Contest forum and also read some of the other amazing works by my fellow nominated authors. I wrote and re-wrote this chapter 5 tim...
July, 2013 I thought of it even then as my last fuck—our ultimate fuck, the farewell fuck—with Edward Teng. I still think of it that way even though, technically, it wasn't the last time he fucked me, even in a physical sense. He'd rehearsed me early that morning at his cottage, Munch Cottage, on the grounds of the Tanglewood Music Center in western Massach...
Note: This story contains incest. As my younger brother's best man, I stood next to Gary with a fake smile plastered on my face watching the ceremony as he married his long-time girlfriend, Lana. I was happy for them. Really. She was a great woman and I liked her. I loved my brother and thought that, for the most part, he was a good man who deserved this ha...
Angelo had been so tense through his set at the café this evening, that he was afraid that it could be heard in his voice or in a change in how he coaxed the music out of the strings of his guitar. But those sitting around a smoking and drinking long after the food service had been shut down didn't seem to have reacted any differently than before, with just...
The first time I saw Lester Hodges, the Midwest shopping mall developer and owner, was at the blood fights in Kampala, Uganda, in early November. He had invited his lawyer, Art Brandeis, out to attend the fights, and Art, one of my regular clients, had brought me along. Hodges was an ugly bear of a man, over six and a half feet tall, heavy to the point of o...
[This is a completed, three-chapter novella, which will complete posting by 20 December 2017.] ***** I had waited patiently through three watered-down drinks in the downstairs club on Chelsea's 22nd Street, waiting for him to come out to dance the pole. I had glimpsed him coming out to do his number the last time I'd been in the bar. But it had been late a...
Thank you for your continued support! Sorry for the delay—it was midterm season and I got really busy! I really do appreciate all the kind words and feedback that readers have provided! Here is the next installment of Matt and Jason's tale. Enjoy J ****** Stroke, stroke stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, stroke, bre...
A boy stumbled through the snow. He carried only one small bag, but acted as if it was made of depleted uranium. He trudged through yet another drift as he thought about how he had gotten there. Could he go back? No. Dieing of cold would be better than going back. He pulled his thin denim jacked around his frail shoulders and trudged on. He glared at the gro...
We've come to the end of Jake and Owen's story; however, because I am self-indulgent there will be the first chapter as re-told by Owen so that people can get a better handle on why Owen does what he does and his general perspective. I have fudged some hockey facts to make the narrative smoother—for any hockey fans: I do apologize. Thank you for sticking thr...
Second Night in the Park I was so nervous I didn't think I could go through with it, but I followed him deeper into the trees anyway. What are you doing, John? I asked myself. This guy could be crazy -- he could be a fag-basher -- he might beat the crap out of you -- maybe kill you! Why are you doing this? Why don't you go somewhere you can actually see...