Hi, everybody! I'd like to thank kevinmd & cookieaddict (don't have your Usernames, so I'm calling you by the first parts of your email addresses) for bringing me out of retirement – it's feedback like yours that makes writing for this site so rewarding :-) Y All characters engaged in sexual activities are at least 18 years old. Max Bruhner, ace investi...
Tommy moves to a new job in Italy Pt. 01 [Sorry this story has been delayed. I am suffering from writer's block. Any reader who can suggest how I might continue is welcome to leave suggestions in the Comments box.] Chapter I The Llandewi Mawr International Singing Competition Sir David Singleton-Scarborough, opera singer, singing teacher and honorary Fel...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...
It's definitely Monday and been a long, long day today. I never realized how much crap I have accumulated since the move here. The workshop is almost sorted and ready for the sale at the end of the week. Callen finally has the contracts done and sent to the buyer's lawyer. So by Friday it will be done. And the new adventure begins. Oh and Alex's new hockey g...
The name on the awning of the taverna struck me and brought up memories so rapidly and fully that I wasn't completely aware of the guitar music wafting up in my brain. If I had been I wouldn't have climbed the two terrazzo steps to the terrace level of the Tree of Idleness restaurant and sat at a table under a spreading olive tree. Even then, though, I knew...
I was sixty-five years old, when my wife, Mary, died. She'd been sick for some time so we hadn't had sex for a couple of years. And, it's funny, but I didn't even miss it. Maybe I'm getting old. And Mary hadn't been looking so great. I mean she wasn't attractive to me anymore, so I was just as happy that my sex life had come to a close. I tell this to people...
Lunchtime took me down 48th Street, almost to the docks, in the Hell's Kitchen area of Midtown Manhattan West. I was looking for more than a sandwich and a beer. I was fuckin' horny. So I was in a homo dive I knew about. I'd forgotten that it was mostly for shittin' fairy types, though, and had just finished wolfing down my burger and beer and had lit up a C...
Morning found the three lovers as a sliver of sunlight pierced the shelter and fell upon them. Each smiled broadly as he awoke, each body sticky with cum and sweat and saliva and anal fluids. They laughed when they realized that none of them had kept watch during the night. They discovered a new ease among them. The touched one another constantly, little p...
A vengeful heart "The night falls without a sound, cold and alone are we. The light for which you sacrifice yourself flares once, then dies, devoured by the all-encompassing darkness All hope must sicken and fade. My soul thrives no more. How could you abandon me? Demons surround us, crying, we have lost our way." ___________________________________...
The bass from inside the building vibrated out into the cool spring night as a line of people stood waiting to get in. This was one of the hottest places to be lately. Club Exit, where myths become legend and legend becomes reality. Or so it was said. Club Exit was styled after the Greek myth of Medusa except from a male perspective, and catered mainly to ga...