Dim light filtered through the nylon walls of the tent as the first rays of sun began to spread across the lake. A cool breeze blew off the lake bringing with it the smell of cedar from the rustling trees all around. Camping with friends was just what Seth had needed, but more than that he just needed to be outside. It was his first year of college and he de...
It was Tuesday afternoon and Denny was getting ready to attend Barber School. He would go to the local school and commute on a daily basis. He still was in a whirlwind given what had happened in the past four days. First it was his coming out at the gay party that turned into an orgy with him as the object of attention. Then he had hooked up with Ian and Lel...
Fragile; that was how Mick Daniels finally chose to describe the boy that he escorted past the rows of dark cells. The teen shuffled, tripping occasionally on his leg irons. Daniels gripped the boy's arm so tight that he could feel the heat of a forming bruise, the over-caffeinated officer stricken with paranoia that the prisoner would slip his handcuffs; it...
Chapter 7 -- The Hotel ***Hello Readers Quick note, my stories tend to progress a bit slower, if you're looking for quick paced sex scenes try another story. Also some past people have nitpicked about small consistency details in my stories. I'm not writing a classic novel, I'm not going to take time to explain every little change in a scene. If you're...
Henry 'Rocky' King lived two doors down from me. We had 'bumped' into one another at least three times a day for a year, coming and going mostly from our jobs. We had never actually had more than a casual conversation as we passed each other in the hall or shared a ride in the elevator. Henry, or Rocky as he preferred, was older than me by about 15 years b...
As Matt got into the front passenger seat of my car, I unlatched the ragtop and flipped the convert switch. There was a whirr of small servos and the roof gave way to bright sunshine and the rustling of branches and sparkling green leaves. We were in the parking lot of the community pool; it was mostly empty as most of the summer swimmers were at the Natio...
This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above. * Friday is my Hell Day. I do three days' worth of work on Friday so I can enjoy my weekend unhindered by office obligations. That might seem counterintuitive to the modern work ethic, but screw it. As Jack Torrance in "The Shining" typed over and over, "All work and no play makes...
This is my second stab at writing a gay male story. My hope is that you get enjoyment from reading this, and my wish is that you leave me a comment, along with giving me a vote. This story is fiction, as are all the characters involved. Any similarity of the characters to real people is simply coincidental. Also, all characters are at least 18 years old. An...
Water splashes over his face; he stares into the mirror. For 5 minutes he stares wondering how he got there, only hours before he was sitting at home wishing he was in this position, but now it's here he isn't so sure. He looks at his 'cute face' and brushes his brown hair to one side of his forehead. He adjusts his glasses getting ready to go back to his ho...
The dark sky continued to rain down on him its icy rain and sleet. Clad in only a T-shirt, an open button-up shirt, jeans and tennis shoes Jonathan turned to face the now scarce south bound traffic on I-75. He stuck out his thumb praying someone would have mercy on him. The cold had truly saturated his very being with its relentless glacial fingers. Knowin...