This is somewhat different from my other stories. I wrote it at the reuqest of a reader with the understanding it was going to be posted online for others to read. It was also the last story I wrote. All identifying information in this story were been changed to provide anonymity for the reader who requested it. All of the usual warnings and cautions apply...
"I fell in love. I fell in love when I was eight years old and you were eight-and-three-quarters. You sauntered into Miss Jean's classroom with the sort of confidence I've only ever seen on the faces of Navy SEALs or astronauts. You walked straight towards me and stuck out your hand, an oddly proper move for someone who wouldn't learn to tie his own shoe...
I started my shift with a cup of coffee and an introduction to my task schedule. As someone with a medical degree, I knew I would have more duties than the average prison volunteer (especially since I had a twelve-hour night shift) but part of me was looking forward to it. I had wasted too much time trying to be a New Jersey mafia bad-ass, maybe South Dakota...
Thanks to everyone for the positive feedback and encouragement. I am still working out length, and such. * Gabe He was cute, rugged but cute. I only had to deal with the Mommy and then I would get a chance to hear his voice. Low, I figured. His voice would be low and a little bit gravelly. Then Rob, the store manslut, had to do his nightly flirtation-rot...
I don't know how long it took for me to separate out the buzzing of bombs being dropped from a combat plane in my dreams from someone leaning on my door buzzer in the middle of the night. It didn't help that the buzzing stopped when I was awake enough to think about where it was coming from and that it started again as I dozed off. When I decided it wasn't...
Dr. Emory had called it a day at the tomb dig outside Sudan's upper Nile Sulb Temple. It had been so hot that I had stripped down to a pair of cotton bush shorts for the afternoon. I was standing by the water buckets, ladling cool water over my head and letting it sluice down my body when I noticed Clint Winston, another of the archaeologists on the dig, and...
The night after I was over to John’s I laid in bed thinking about the day. Eventually I drifted off to sleep. I began to dream that John and I were playing chess, just like the night before, only John sat, naked, across from me. Like the night before, I began to tease him with the sole of my foot. It was so vivid: I felt his cock grow hard, the head pulsing...
Copyright 2007 by the author. * When my cell phone finally rang about 4 o'clock I almost dropped it in my haste to answer. I finally got the right button pressed, and heard his voice for the first time in five years. "Mike?" Ethan said. "How are you doing, buddy?" I had to swallow hard before I could talk. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure he coul...
[This is a completed, four-chapter GM novelette of the Old West, which will finish posting by the end of March 2019.] ***** Sitting on a hay bale in the loft of the barn, Jeremiah ran his fingers into the blond curls of Billy's head and forced the young man's mouth down on his hard cock. Billy was on all fours between the older man's spread legs. Jeremiah...
The cyclist was racing along the top of the Mississippi levee, anxious to get back into Natchez before the rains hit. Sweating profusely in the humidity and under the blazing late afternoon sun, intent on doing its worst before twilight set in, he stripped his jersey off and wrapped it around the handlebars of the bike. It was almost dusk now, and the storm...