I do wonder though, sometimes, how I think of myself, it's a pleasant sort of curiousness. Am I a gay man who has a girlfriend? A straight man who has been with other men? As more one way than the other? As someone who declines to identify that firmly? Adjectives, not nouns. I suppose I think of that long flight home, Melbourne to Singapore to Paris, then...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who...
This is the state I was in anyway, when I had to get on the plane to come home, not feeling too sad to be doing so, remembering all of this, the whole trip, but those moments of nakedness and sex, at the beach, in the house, the three of us naked and aroused, going to bed together, too tired to sleep, tangled up in each other, laying, sitting, rolling over,...
All rights reserved – this story is a work of fiction and remains the property of the writer. My wife and I had fallen behind on the rent and she was getting very stressed out about the possibility that we'd be evicted. I was trying to catch up and had taken a second job to try to make ends meet, but we weren't making a lot of progress. As a last ditch ef...
Kevin and I where getting together on a regular basis; sometimes during the week, but mostly on weekends. In fact we where getting together this weekend. When I arrived at his place this Saturday he opened the door standing there naked and ushered me in. On the TV was a porno of two men. One man was bent over a table while the other was doing him from behin...
Adam leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking as his weight shifted. Motes danced in the light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling window behind him; the same light shone through his dark blonde hair, leaving him just slightly warmer than was really comfortable, but not warm enough to overcome the sucking lethargy that kept him from getting up to di...
Several months after I had parted from Jeff and a few weeks after my experience with Lionel (recounted in Chapter 15) three things happened virtually simultaneously. Firstly my wife, in a regular phone call with our daughter, told her that her lover was ill and being taken to hospital. I was not sorry for him, indeed I hoped that he would soon be dead, but I...
There we sat, tied by the grip of strong hands accustomed to holding golf clubs, basketballs, and softball bats. We were further tied by the inseparable bond of those who have exchanged body fluids in passion. My heart was coming back to a regular beat and my mind was coming to grips with what had just happened. I knew that I had just crossed some importan...
Alicia and I had been enjoying a quiet evening at home in our apartment when there was a knock at the door. We live in a secure building so we assumed it was one of our neighbors. She answered the door and four well built men pushed their way into the apartment. We were led to the bedroom and that's when their intentions became clear. "Get on your knees bit...
It is highly recommended that the reader complete Best Friends, before continuing on to part two. The author apologizes, as this segment should have been included in the original, but was inadvertently omitted during editing. * Mickey wakes as pre-dawn lightens the side of the tent turning the world a soft blue. Somehow he has separated from Lance during t...