Life seemed to return to relative normalcy surprisingly quickly after that incident. After our talk Kyle and I fell into a comfortable new phase in our relationship. That phase included his bedding Dante and me fucking around a lot with my pledge mates. For the most part we kept these new activities somewhat discrete from each other. It wasn't so much planne...
I've known Xander all of my life. Ever since we were about 10 years old. I remember being in elementary school when Xander moved to South Carolina . He was the "new kid" in class and he looked scared to death. I remember how much I liked him when I first saw him. I was kind of an outcast, and it was even worse that day because I had a black eye and was bruis...
This is the continuation of my story of how I discovered sex again after a failed marriage and the sad ending of my first gay encounter. It had taken some almost unrelated events for me to find sex again and then I'd discovered it in a most unlikely place – an allotment. However, considering that I was named Oliver Chatterley and my friend's name was Cliff...
I'd recently met and begun dating a much younger woman that myself. The thing I liked almost immediately about Crystal was her open-mindedness, and obvious lack of inhibitions. Even her friends appeared to be an odd-mixture of people whom she'd introduced me to at one of their gatherings. Obviously several were gay, lesbian as well as a few who were definite...
Chapter 6: Isaac hitchhiked his way into my bed,/b> Now Idaho was an interesting experience as well. I was just outside Boise on my way to Montana and it was a dark and cold night. The windshield wipers were protesting as they worked their way across the window trying to push the rain off the glass. For those of you keeping track, this encounter took place...
The flight from Birmingham to Vienna wasn't full—at least business class wasn't. Trent had been told to avoid any of the London airports in proceeding to his next assignment and that had paid off in terms of how crowded the flight was. This had at least one other benefit as well. A cute little flight attendant, looking much the same as Trent—passing at firs...
In a land far from here many years ago, there were but two classes of people. There were the owners and there were the owned. It was into this world that Jarrod was born. He was born owned. His parents, if you could call them that, were owned by Mistress Delschant. She was a famous breeder of slaves in her day and her slave sales were the most popular in th...
Author's Notes: Thanks to all who left feedback and who left their rating for the last installment. I really appreciate it. Hope you will consider leaving some comments on this one if you should read it. The last one was predominately set-up and backstory. In this installment, the main characters get down to it... And so, I would like to remind you once agai...
Thanks to everyone who sent me feedback, I really appreciate it -- however, I write like a snail, so I'm pretty shocking with the updates, sorry : / NB: Fictitious story with fictitious people and situations, always use protection, blah blah blah * Deacon fastened the final button on his shirt and grabbed his name badge off the dresser, knocking over a pi...
I could not contain the gasp that escaped my lips. God, it was beautiful. The sun-kissed body; the intricacy. It took my breath away. My fingers caressed the length of the fingerboard and I melted. The glossy words splashed across the head of the guitar, 'Hummingbird'. I looked at him, at a loss of words. He simply smiled and took me in his arms. He kissed m...