I TRULY WANT TO THANK EVERYONE WHO HAS BEEN SO WONDERFUL ABOUT GIVING ME FEEDBACK. IT’S NICE KNOWING THAT YOU ARE AS INTERESTED IN DILLON AND SETH’S STORY AS I AM IN TELLING IT. OK: STANDARD WARNING. THIS IS A NON-SEX CHAPTER. THOSE TEND TO HAPPEN WITH ME. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! LOL Dillon felt a huge sense of accomplishment as he made his way down the ha...
Disclaimer: This story and all of the characters and situations are fictional. It contains gay male erotic material. If this is not your forte, please close this page and find something more suiting to your desires. Again, I am pleased to bring my readers another chapter in this continuing saga. And I appeal to you, reminding you that every author on this s...
Mike clung to the arm of Larry, the older man he'd met just earlier in the day but who was everything to Mike at the moment, as, one of six men concentrating on their cards, a pall of smoke hovering over the table, Mike won another hand of poker. He hadn't even played much poker before now. And he'd never been in a place like this before now, either. The p...
Chapter Nine: The Ultimate Pleasure Michael cried out in pain-pleasure each time Abazar cried out the word "thrust" as he concluded the story. And each thrust in the story was matched by a thrust of Abazar's cock inside the rim of Michael's channel. Despite the butter and the preparation the evening before, Abazar's thrusts, though they made Michael feel he...
Whoever Weak light was filtering into the window through the opening between the mismatched towels he'd used as curtains to try to close out the blinking neon sign of the Chinese restaurant below. They hadn't been effective; blinking red lighting had been bouncing all around the walls of the dingy little room since he and I had stumbled in here from the bar...
My wife and I typically take one weekend night per month to get away from the kids and enjoy some grown-up time. On Friday night, Jules left the kids with our babysitter and met me downtown at my office. We were going to catch an early movie and then planned to grab a quick bite at a trendy Italian restaurant that our friends had been raving about. As we sa...
When I turned thirty, I decided to treat myself to a month in Thailand. Bangkok is like Third World Asia on steroids. A wild clash of dusty streets jammed with taxis and tuk tuks that veer off into tranquil and immaculate temple compounds. On scorching hot days I visited the Royal Palace, Wat Pho with its massive, reclining Buddha, and the ancient, stone...
From Part 3 Sam made his way to the locker room and was not surprised to find Oosterhus lingering in front of his own locker partially dressed. Oosterhus said nonchalantly, "So, the black guy fucked you, didn't he? I've been recognizing all the signs." Sam gasped and fell onto the bench. "Wha...? What...?" Part 4 Oosterhus laughed. "Are you going to den...
"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...
I'd come out here to the park to try to calm down. The slight wedge of a townhouse I'd rented on Savannah's Lafayette Square was hardly big enough to turn around in, let alone pace in. It was essentially one continuous shot-gun room downstairs, a twelve by eight-foot foyer with a spiral staircase—entered from the street, followed by the "big" room, a twelve...