Afternoon – four-nineteen pm, and it's tar-melting sultry-hot. Hitch-hiking down through France, the Loire valley, medieval hill-top towns, and beyond. My nineteenth summer, in distressed jeans, faded T-shirt and backpack, dark shoulder-length hair and shades, as much for cool as the bullying solar glare. After a chain of short-term and unsatisfactory thumb-...
I'm not sure if even the National Weather Service was prepared for how much snow would fall that week in February. Their numbers were way off and the Montana valley where The Fox Chase Inn was nestled was crippled by at least four feet of snow. It was the worst winter in ten years, or so the locals said. Not that I cared. I wasn't going anywhere. More bad...
The next day was odd as I reflected on what had happened, but I was so excited that I couldn't resist calling Tim. I came up with some excuse to stop over in the middle of the week to watch a game, but we both knew that wasn't why I was going to be there. After some polite conversation I just blurted out, "I'm ready Tim". He of course knew exactly what I me...
So, I made it to part two of my little story, thank the gods! Since some readers were unhappy with my choice of cities, I changed locations throughout the whole first part. If you read the first part before I resubmitted it, you might be confused now. Sorry about that, but I didn't want to let that criticism go unheard :) I'm having a blast writing this st...
Note: All sexually involved characters in this story are Eighteen years of age or older. There is a young, gay boy, 15 year old Fernando, whose father has kicked him out (which happens way too often in real life) and CPS (Child Protective Services) have placed him with foster parents, a married straight couple. There is no direct, or implied, sexual activity...
I looked over at Sven as he skillfully maneuvered the truck out of the parking spot and headed down the road. Boy, he was a big man. I felt dwarfed sitting next to his rugged muscular frame. As we left the small town, he settled in to the speed limit on the highway and then turned in my direction. I turned as I saw him look at me and felt myself mesmerized b...
The following is a complete work of fiction. Disclaimer: The following story may contain erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission....
This was a piece of Vampire Fiction that I began as an exercise, in collaboration with Emily Palmer, in 1999. Gradually Rayne Wylde developed a life (or perhaps I should say, an UnLife) of his own. People have asked me how he came to be a Vampire. This is his story. CHAPTER ONE - TURNING THE PAGE RAYNE 21.30: June 26th, 1999 - MANCHESTER It was time.......
This undoubtedly was the best suite in the Denver Westminster Marriott Hotel, a sixth-floor corner suite facing the Rocky Mountains Range, with floor-to-ceiling glass wrapping around from the front to the side wall. The effect made me feel as if the bed was hovering over the northern cityscape of Denver, Colorado, with the Rocky Mountains looming in the back...
~~~ * ~~~ Copyright by metajinx (under my real name, no, really). Please do not duplicate or copy without explicit permission, because I will hunt you down and pluck your pubes. This story is purely fictional. I recommend reading all the other parts first, because this is a continued story. ~~~ * ~~~ ~*Jared*~ Training with Hector was never consistent. O...