I always knew of the man who lived in the house at the end of the dead end street as the Creeper. His real name was Mr. Manson, and I thought that his first name was Barry or Barney or something like that. The word around the school was that he liked boys, and from the time I was in elementary school, to the time I was a senior in high school, I was warned b...
Gary pulled up outside his house, almost dived out of the car, and ran into his house, pausing only to open the front door, shut and lock it behind him. His pace returned up the stairs three at a time, stripping his sweat soaked gym shirt off his back, and discarding it as he ran. He ran into his bedroom, nearly cracking his ankle off the bedside table as he...
Hot Sex With Some African Queens Jo'burg. Ivan shows me around. He's been here before. He has friends, he knows places. We drink in a small bar off Rosettenville, then stroll further towards a club called 'The Blue Dahlia'. There's a low marquee outside. It looks rather run-down. But once inside, with the lights low but for winking red fluorescents and spot...
'MORE FROM THE LEGEND OF THE HOUSE OF SHAME' To counter the fear I find myself thinking regretfully of Ian. Wondering, what if I've offended him? Would it really have hurt so much to have indulged him, just a little? And there's the teasing element of sneaking curiosity as I lie there, still tensed, toying with myself. Bluntly I find myself wondering how bi...
Part 3: In which I fall in lust, and face the consequences... At last I'm free of Luis. I no longer need an 'agent'. But I've learned enough from my time as a 'Midnight Cowboy' to go solo. I look at myself naked in the mirror, pose and preen, Wow, I look good, so hot. Look at me, look at me, the delicious curve of my arse, peach-round and just as succulent,...
I I'm not saying older guys can't be pretty, but WhiteStallion10 wasn't. He was sort of tough-looking, with a narrow face, flat cheeks; a lean, strong jaw; a wide, red mouth with a slightly crooked upperlip that seemed inclined to sneer; and sandyblond hair, cut military short with a pronounced widow's peak. His cobaltblue eyes were intense and vibrant. I...
© Copyright jvaughn, 2013. This is a registered, copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. * Paul suppressed a sigh as he headed down the hall to the bathroom. The dim lighting helped to hide the scuffed walls and worn carpet. The dorm smelled of old sweat, dirty socks, and fa...
Chapter One: Mission Ritual The only sound in the dimming summer evening light inside the airplane hangar was his grunting and her moans and sighing. She was perched on her ass on the worn wooden desk off to the side of the two P-47 Thunderbolt fighter-bombers taking up most of the room in the hangar. A lightbulb hanging on a chain above the desk swayed bac...