Hello and welcome to the 15th chapter of this story. We are at the peak and it will end soon. I just hope this chapter will be of interest to you. Drop your comments and rates below this chapter. Happy reading... **** The car passed the sign of the next city and Adrian couldn't help but look outside the window to check out because he had never been there b...
By the time I reached the outskirts of Houston, the adrenaline-rush I was feeling was counter-balanced by the rush-hour traffic I was stuck in. Stop-and-go traffic---I wanted to scream! And then the rain started... OH MY GOD---WHAT IS THIS---A MONSOON?? The rain was so heavy, it was difficult seeing the brake lights of the car ahead of me. My nerves were f...
CHAPTER ONE Cason looked out on the sea of dancing people. He could see several people he knew from the scene and a lot of newbies out in the crowd. Strokes wasn't really a fetish bar; it was more of a place for like-minded people to gather and hang out. Still, there was plenty of eye candy, bare skin held in harnesses, mesh shirts, and better yet, nothing...
This is a bit of a deviation for me. Rather than a longer, slower developing story, this is a series of three short(er) stories. They involve three different men at three different stages of the narrator's life: at 18, at 36, and at 54. As always, I enjoy receiving feedback and suggestions from readers, so please post comments or email me your thoughts on ho...
Chapter One: Paul The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Cir...
CHAPTER 1 Kyle Sinclair, the main character -- let us call him the hero -- of this story, is a Chicagoan; active, young, muscular, sexually superbly equipped and totally gay. Kyle comes from a working class family living in the western suburbs of the city and has never paid much attention to learning anything at school, which, when he was eighteen he left r...
"Benji! Get your fuckin' ass in here," Mr. Boothe shouted from his office. Mr. Booth was yelling for me again. My name is Ben, short for Benjamin. Benjamin Carter. I'm 24 years old. I have blond hair and hazel eyes. I'm pretty short at only 5'7" and a little bit too skinny. I don't think I'm anything special to look at. I'm painfully shy and I'm not the mo...
Part One I met Teddy Azinger - "Zinger" to almost everyone who knew him - the first day of my freshman year in high school. Zinger was the BMOC from get go. He looked older than the rest of us, and he had the bluest eyes any of us had ever seen. They were shockingly, almost frighteningly, blue. If I had not known differently, I'd have thought they were fake...
Hello and a great welcome to the 6th chapter of this story. Before I go into writing I would love to thank you for your great. I hope this chapter will be really interesting to you guys. Don't forget to drop your comments at the end of this chapter and don't ever forget to rate. Enjoy... ***** Aidan suddenly stopped running, putting his hand on his chest w...
Thanks a lot for reaching the seventh chapter with me. I really love you guys a lot and I do appreciate your love for me and my stories. I hope you'll have a wonderful time reading this chapter and I hope you'll enjoy it. Don't forget to drop your comments at the end of this chapter. Happy reading.... **** Adrian suddenly opened his eyes after a really bad...