I looked at the little emo fag kneeling between my burly legs and couldn't help but wonder how lucky I was. He was dressed in only black and white striped knee-high socks and finger-less elbow length gloves. His teased hair was to his dainty shoulders and had pink streaks running through it as well as my strong fingers tangled through it. His mascara was run...
One of the commenters on my stories said he would like to know more about me so here goes. I'm in my sixties now because I was born a long time ago. I grew up in St Catharines and came to sexual maturity in the mid-sixties. For a lot of the younger readers it will be hard to believe how different things are now compared to then. First I have to say that alt...
23 Minute's. Tuesday, 12pm... November Street. Waiting for the same 23 minute's I wait for everyday, too catch the 12.23pm bus too work. These 23 minutes each day I witness the same routined things, the small lady searching through her bag too find the crumpled old bus ticket which always end's up in the same back zip compartment, which is always the las...
Dillon turned and waved one last time before taking Brad’s hand and following him out to the car. The sound of music and laughter faded as Jeremy closed the front door behind them. Giving a jaw-popping yawn, Dillon smiled. "I am pooped, baby," he said to Brad. "It was a great party, but I’m just not as young as I used to be." Brad brought Dillon’s fingers...
My new job kept me flat out busy for the next few weeks, although I did make time to go back and have a repeat with Franco on one of my days off. The rest of the time I spent settling into my new apartment and trying to make it look like a home. The few meagre possessions I brought with me got lost in the new surroundings and I made a vow to visit one of the...
The forest was strangely dense. As if he'd suddenly gotten lost in one of the thickets he'd used to play in as a kid. Back then he had attacked the thorny tendrils with brave heroism, but here it seemed more and more like the thorns were the ones attacking. And they were winning. He struggled, almost tearing his loose-fitted under-shirt. He'd long since...
Prologue. At twenty nine years old, I ran three jobs. I owned an alternative clothing shop on the high street, which was more of a hobby since it didn't make much money. I was a lecturer at Strathclyde university in Philosophical Studies and Human Biology, and I worked in an adult library. It wasn't intended as an LGBT library, but it soon developed in to...
Prologue. At twenty nine years old, I ran three jobs. I owned an alternative clothing shop on the high street, which was more of a hobby since it didn't make much money. I was a lecturer at Strathclyde university in Philosophical Studies and Human Biology, and I worked in an adult library. It wasn't intended as an LGBT library, but it soon developed in to...
Allan had come over to visit and announce that he had enlisted in the Canadian Navy. We had gone to college together and had become very close. I had found that the best part of our friendship was the fact that we were able to discuss everything in an honest manor no matter what the subject. The only secret I had kept from Allan was the fact that I had sex w...
"Well, look who we have here." Clint Folsom knew without even looking up that Inspector Sigmund Frist had recognized him. "Hello, Sig," he answered, gesturing for his old acquaintance to take a seat in one of the velvet-upholstered barrel chairs in the Alexander Lounge. It was after dinner on the MS River God. The ship was still tied to the dock at Rudeshe...