Dear Readers, The much-awaited next chapter!! Sorry it took so long. Writing this kind of stuff got put on hold for a little while due to some love complications and graduate school. This chapter may not have any sexual parts, but I was trying to get some ends of the last few chapters straight and some other stuff out of the way so we can get to the really...
So much for a senior prom, I mused, watching the flicker of the candle flames on the center piece. They wriggled in the dimly lit ballroom of the Rose Hotel, stretching only to almost drown in the liquid wax only to stretch again. It was supposed to be a platinum night. I had a date with a chick named Kara that had a killer body and a bottle of vodka my ol...
Author's Note: There is a bit of an element of reluctance in this story. Otherwise, just gay sex. Enjoy! =) ---------------------------------------- Mr. Peterson wasn't in class the next day, so Cory couldn't ask him about the room that he was supposed to go to after school. When he mentioned it to Sam, the young man just shrugged his shoulders and kept w...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novel is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly rom...
The sweet taste of wine lingered in my mouth as I worked into the late hours of the night. Grading papers was a bitch. I recently graduated from college, and at the age of 24, I was already teaching high school English in a small town in Oklahoma that I had never even heard of prior to the job offer. I'd been there for a few months already. It was taking a...
Connor sat quietly in his room. A few days had passed since the bathroom incident, and he hadn't been able to focus properly in Mr. Meyer's Physics periods. Everytime Connor looked at his teacher, all he could think about was the feeling of his thick, warm cock in his hand. Every now and then his eyes would make their way to Mr. Meyer's crotch area, studying...
Warning: I write love stories with graphic sex. The lovers may be of the same gender. So if love offends you, you'd best move on. MJL My first memory is of my father yelling, "Get out of my way you worthless piece of shit!" and backhanding me so hard I bounced off of the refrigerator door. I was three years old at the time. That's actually better than my se...
That crazy, wild party came to be known between Henry and I as "The Night at Pine Drive" -- named for the street where it all went down. To me, personally, it was "that party with Alex" forever, two experiences I'm not sure I would ever be able to separate in my brain. Alex was that party, that party was Alex -- they were one in the same in my brain. Stumbl...
As we exited the staircase and entered the cafeteria, there was a collective gasp from a number of the senior class whose table had them facing our direction. Miles was a few steps in front of me. "What are you doing?" asked Ryan. "I was arrested," replied Miles. Recognizing the confused look on a number of the seniors' faces, I explained, "We were in Mr....
It took Connor a minute to realize the car wasn't moving. "Where do you live?" Mr. Meyer's voice startled him. Connor turned his head and met his teacher face-to-face. He stared at his blue eyes for a second, before quickly averting his gaze down to his own shoes. "Wisteria Lane," Connor managed to mutter. He looked at the floor of Mr. Meyer's car, and w...