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PROLOGUE "Hey, sexy, how ya doin'?" Karen, a sultry brunette, asked Tommy as he walked by her poolside chaise lounge. Tommy was breathing heavily from his session in the weight room; his sculpted chest was heaving and glistening with sweat. What a waste, she thought as she gazed at his hard, flat belly, six-pack abs, and ruggedly handsome face. Men like...
5-13-14 The New boy At Work He kept pushing me... Flirting with me... Giving me those sly winks and little comments... And there's only so much a man can take, after all. Of course that went on all of the time. Working where we did... I won't say where... being around the people that we had to deal with day after day... some of them little more than anim...
Authors Note: This story includes descriptions of both homosexual and heterosexual liaisons between first cousins. If you find either gay male sex or incest objectionable you should try another story. * It was March and I was on top of the world. I was in my second year of college and had finally adjusted to life outside the cocoon of growing up protected...
By the time I reached the outskirts of Houston, the adrenaline-rush I was feeling was counter-balanced by the rush-hour traffic I was stuck in. Stop-and-go traffic---I wanted to scream! And then the rain started... OH MY GOD---WHAT IS THIS---A MONSOON?? The rain was so heavy, it was difficult seeing the brake lights of the car ahead of me. My nerves were f...
Chapter One: Paul The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Cir...
Part One I met Teddy Azinger - "Zinger" to almost everyone who knew him - the first day of my freshman year in high school. Zinger was the BMOC from get go. He looked older than the rest of us, and he had the bluest eyes any of us had ever seen. They were shockingly, almost frighteningly, blue. If I had not known differently, I'd have thought they were fake...
Chapter 1 "Ow. Ow. Ow, damn!" I wince and shake out my arm, the angry bees all around me buzzing and swarming to drive me off. The black, glossy scales on my skin are nearly impenetrable to stings, save for the softer flesh at my wrists and elbows, and that's what they're aiming for. "I told you to wrap your arms..." comes a snotty slither of Akkadian fr...
The Aquarius Grotto clinks with the many dishes and silverware as usual. The fine dining establishment is full of fine patrons as they enjoy their gourmet seafood. Jason pushes the bridge of his glasses up onto the front of his brown eyes while he wears his formal uniform as he goes along the trolley to collect the dirty dishes, and having a small smile from...
GANYMEDE STATION PART 2: DEACON CHAPTER 10. I wandered back to the old recliner and flopped down. I poured myself another drink and downed it in three quick gulps. Cheyne was gone, as I knew he would be, there was no real reason for him to stay. Things had gotten out of hand, his temper had flared and he said some stuff I didn't know how to process. What...