It was hot that Wednesday, July 14th, when we flew into New York City, two soldiers coming home from Pakistan; just Jimmy Murphy and me. Once we were processed into the United States officially we were told that our connecting flights to Denver and St. Louis were delayed due to weather. Well, how about that, a delay, what else is new? Jimmy turned to me and...
Chapter 7: Photos Jamal grinned and chuckled, ogling the handful of pictures he had in his hand. Adam came in through the front door, hanging his motorbike keys onto the hook, before coming in to turn on the PS3. "Checking out the pictures again? What's that, like, the 30th time?" Jamal laughed as he looked over the pictures; knowing Jamal, Adam felt bette...
All characters are above the age of eighteen. Let me know if I should continue or drop. Thanks, enjoy! ***** Throughout Highschool me and my friend Alex would skate after school everyday. We would push each other to get better and better everyday and we became great friends because of it. It was like our daily routine. Towards the end of senior year Alex...
I could hear Clive talking on the telephone, so I listened in. I thought he was speaking to Adam about coming to the Café to install some shelving for me. "OK then, I will inform Max that you will be at the café dead on six-thirty in the morning to install the shelves for him. Is there anything else you need? No! Alright then, thank you Talos. Max will see...
A Homoerotic Story By Jason Land FOREWORD This story covers a two year period in the life of one, Dr. Andrew Waterlow, a brilliant Oxford classist who turns to school teaching as a profession, but who who is finally appointed, aged only thirty, to a research professorship at the University of Oxford. Depending on context, he is variously referred to in t...
I hadn't expected him to show up last night. Hell, I wasn't aware he knew where I lived, so imagine my surprise when he was the unexpected guest blowing up my front door. I wished I could've said it was hard to watch him breakdown before my eyes, but I can't. If I was willing to admit it or not, my masculinity had desperately needed the encouragement that I...
**Thanks for all the positive feedback! Comments and constructive criticism always welcome. ** CHAPTER 2: Keith: A few days after the barbecue I was in the centre of town, having just finished shopping and was packing my car. It was weird only shopping for food for one. I was still buying and cooking too much and then having to throw things out. I was thi...
My fuck-buddy Rob has always been fascinated to hear about my time in prison. I told him early on in our hook-ups that life inside hadn't actually been that interesting – that it was mostly mind-splittingly dull and that the sex, such as it was, was brief and infrequent – but he keeps asking about it as if he thinks I'm holding back on telling him all the ju...
Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with any persons living or dead are wholly coincidental... A note from the author: I've been spending some time in the spa (hospital) again. I ask you to be kind. I write to entertain myself, hospitals are boring. I share because Oz told me back in the day, I should try. Feedback is good and...
Chapter 48: Indirect Syrinx hums as she ran the brush in her hair in front of the mirror. She smiles at the purple highlights in her dark red hair, just freshly dried from dying it. She sings a wordless hymn as she puts down the brush, and her delicate hands plucked up a couple of violet crystalline earrings. Her melody continues, even as she hears the foo...