As sixty seven year old Everett Horton sat on the edge of the motel room bed waiting for his new acquaintance to emerge from the bathroom, his mind kept going back a half a century to a motel room even more dingy that this one in Colonie, New York was. Back then Everett wasn't the old geezer waiting at the bed. He was the lad in the bathroom getting dressed...
Author's note: Apologies for the delay, I had a few issues with this chapter. Good news is, the next few should come a bit more regularly; I'll aim for one per month. Enjoy! How many strapping young lads does it take to screw an Incubus? It took little coercion to get my dark intruder to let me sleep through transit. When I told him I wasn't buying a retu...
It was always a fantasy of mine to model for an artist. I do not think I really cared where the artwork would go, be it for personal use or to be on display for the world to see. It wasn't the fame or glory that I cared about. There is something exciting about striking a pose for someone to examine you in all your glory and imperfection, capturing your detai...
My daughter looked up at me endearingly as I stared down upon her in attentiveness. When I saw her eyes they reminded me of the first time I looked into her father's eyes, perfect and gentle and wintry. They were blue, her eyes, and his. She was just as perfect as he was, if not more, but I could never tell him that. My husband was the jealous type, not that...
I felt right about it I really did. It had taken a long time and a lot of self examining to admit that indeed I had homosexual tendencies. But it took my now, live -in partner Bob, to make me feel comfortable about bonding with another male. It was almost as though he could read my mind better than I could, but he was trained in social studies which I guess...
When I first saw him, he was sitting on a park bench (and, no, he was not eyeing little girls with bad intent). He was reading a book. Later, I would come to understand that this was his default state. In this instance, the book was William Gibson's Neuromancer. I was pleased. Literate and sexy; the intellect and the libido are inseparable after all, or sho...
This story was written before Christmas, right after I wrote Desire. I am just now getting around to posting it. I hope ou guys enjoy Devin and Patrick. They were fun to write. Note: This is a fictional story with fictional characters. Any similarities to a real life situation and/or real people is purely coincidental. Since I have no editor (I haven't gott...
I couldn't believe there was such a staggering horde of alcohol in Talis' basement. I couldn't tell how old the booze was, but the stuff had to be at least from the 1920's. So he and I took a few upstairs and laid around in his bedroom, getting plastered on the stuff. His new house was huge, I dare to even say cavernous. He was loaded, so I guess he could ge...
A sequel to A Bad Boy's Love, actually. Oh, how I do enjoy toying with side characters. Thanks for all the criticism and great comments I've been receiving. Feel free to leave a word if you like it or hate it. ***** I flopped down face-first on the bed, not bothering to change out of my clothes. "Man, I'm exhausted." Being involved in the family business...
Jonathan meandered back up the banister to his uncle's room. Upon entry it was darker than he had thought it would be, he thinking Bruce would be there. A shudder came over him suddenly causing his hair to stand erect on his arms and the back of his neck. "Uncle Jim?" he muttered softly waiting for an answer. When none came, he gave a few quick disconcertin...