My name is Sam. I’m a firefighter. As the city was in the grips of an arsonist, I found my destiny. I wasn’t looking for it, but I don’t think anyone ever is. I knew I was gay, really understood what it meant, when I was thirteen. I remember looking through the big holiday catalogs when I was younger than that, looking for toys and finding the men’s underwea...
Matt and Liam, with Randy's blessing, head to the lake. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for editing. This is a pretty sedate chapter. I hope you enjoy it. =========== "Pop, you're nuts. There's no way." "Why?" Matt has said nothing. I've discovered it is nearly impossible for me to tell what's going on behind those hazel eyes. "Why? I need to work."...
For as long as I can remember I had been friends with Bill We had grown up as good friends enjoying everything from Little League baseball to some of the first times that all friends share From the first cigarettes (stolen from his father`s glove compartment) to the first time drunk (his older brother gave us four beers he had left from a Friday night da...
The sky was colored a brilliant red orange with subtle purple hues as the sun said its farewell. As I looked out over the railing of our summer cottage deck, a tear ran down my cheek. It was twenty years today that I had lost my first husband. We weren't married in the traditional sense but so united were we in mind body and spirit that it would have been tr...
Doug had been conditioning me for months. We had met at the gym, and several weeks after we'd become regular spotting partners, he revealed to me, almost in an off-hand manner, that he was bisexual and that he actually preferred gay sex. He didn't come on to me—at least not directly—and I consider myself fairly open-minded, so I continued with our informal s...
Justin looked up with a sigh as the warden opened his door at the end of the workday Friday. He'd been dreading this day all week, and he was just now starting to be able to sit down comfortably after the abuse his backside had taken the previous Friday. He'd considered perhaps trying to stretch and loosen his opening so the next round of penetrations wouldn...
It was well past midnight on a Friday evening at the Boléro on the Wollestraat in Bruges' Garenmarkt district. This was the third night in a row I'd occupied this small table in the shadows of the basement strip club bar, nursing my drinks, keeping my black cloak firmly wrapped about me, and searching for just the right one. I had assessed all of the club's...
Mark's eyes were closed, his brow deeply furrowed and his head thrown back against the armchair as he furiously stroked the length of his manhood. With one hand holding and pressing down the base of his shaft and balls, the other intensely pumped his glistening and incredibly turgid cock; he was hardly breathing, his whole body was tense. The sight of me, n...
Fall 2005 A year after Ryan moved out of his mother's house into his own apartment, his father called out of the blue and asked to meet him for the first time since he was a baby. His first reaction was to tell his father to go fuck himself. Ryan didn't blame the guy for leaving Mom, because anyone would have left. Ryan himself had signed the lease for his...
The offices of Feldman and Rosenbaum were located downtown in a tall, sparkling granite building boasting burled oak and brushed stainless steel. Shawn had worked most of the morning, attending to patients before driving down to the lawyer’s office and listening to reading of Alan Dunlop’s will. Conor had been there also, a mass of emotions as he heard the...