WAKING UP SOMEWHERE IN ILLONOIS It was at the very early morning hour when Brent stirred slightly and felt Jake's stiff dick brush against his buttocks. Brent was barely awake lying on his left side with Jake behind him. Jake, who was still asleep, had his right arm draped over Brent's body. Brent felt Jake's erection twitch and tickle his bottom. Still wel...
His name was Roland and he was from Jamaica. I'm guessing he was about 30. He had deep ochre skin, eyes that were almost black, closely-cropped hair, and was tall, lean and very graceful. At one point in his life he'd been a dancer, but was now a set designer for one of the larger theater companies in Amsterdam. He was just a little bit effeminate, and overt...
I would have never known sheer ecstasy or just how wanton I naturally was if it hadn't been for the British diplomat and writer Lawrence Durrell. And it wasn't really because of his writing, either; it was because of his mountainside villa in the ancient Byzantine abbey town of Bellapais on the steep slopes of the Kyrenia Mountains in the Turkish zone of Cyp...
"Jake, you're on," I said into the invisible mike. Sending Jake, the young blond ex surfer who I was assured was 20 but who definitely looked underage, off into the reception area of a driver reliever centre - somewhere in Colorado. I sat back, keeping an eye on the equipment and occasionally turning to watch the visuals. The guys were all on the ball today...
"You missed a bit," I whispered, gesturing with my eyebrows up to his head. He got his phone out to use as a mirror to check his spiked up fringe and picked off the little glob of cum clinging to a gelled-up spike on the side of his head with his finger and thumb, wiping it off on his apron. "It can go with all the rest," he smiled, then returned to fixing...
AUTHOR NOTE #1: I have deliberately not given any description of the character referred to as "YOU" in this story. I'll leave that up to the reader's imagination, if they want to imagine themselves or someone else in that role then that was my intention. * It's Saturday mid-morning and I am watching music TV channels waiting for what fate has to throw at m...
It had just been a kiss and a grope in the underground garage of the American embassy in Brussels. I'd pulled away from him and told him that he'd misjudged—that I wouldn't report him that time, but that he'd misjudged me and he should stay well away from me from then on or I'd have to report him. I wouldn't report him, though, I didn't want there to be any...
Part 3 - Service with a smile Continuation from earlier this may be a bit long winded but I hope you will enjoy. ***** The bar was relatively quiet, a few party goers drinking in one corner and a couple of couples sitting by the fireplace. Approaching the bar, I was greeted by a smiling young barman, who looked remarkably fresh for the lateness of the d...
Weary, Hardesty let himself into the fifteenth-floor apartment in Crystal City, across the Potomac from Washington, D.C., in Alexandria, Virginia. The apartment had spectacular views from all rooms across the Ronald Reagan Airport runways to the national memorials and the Mall. He was happy to see that the warning light by the door wasn't on. He needed some...
"Hey, Kev!" my sister called from the other room. "Telephone, Kev." I slid my tv dinner in the stove real quick to keep it warm and wiped my hands before padding over to the phone. "Hello," I said into the receiver while carrying it into the kitchen with me. "You ready?" asked a familiar voice, a voice I'd been dying to hear for almost 7 months now. "Ray...