We both finished rinsing off and I shut my own shower off once Sven had turned his off. I reached for one of the towels he'd brought in and looked at Sven as I started drying myself. He had a scornful look on his face and stood there with his hands on his hips shaking his head in disapproval. "Wh....what?" I asked, totally confused. "You've still got a lo...
When I woke up I felt dizzy and disoriented. Last thing I remembered was that I had approached Sami, the loser from high school, at the bar and though we had barely seen each other ever since I left for college I knew he would never forget me. He was nervous when I suggested he should invite me a drink for old times' sake since I was back in town for the sum...
Part One: Strangers on a Train (or - In Flagrante Locomotis) ©1999 * * * It was like being a child again. Rayne Wylde leaned out of the sash window in the corridor of the Virgin Intercity train and sucked deeply on a cigarette, watching as the last trickle of early morning commuters hustled across the platform and into carriages, some wrestling with c...
A second submission to the Winter Holidays contest. Thought I'd have another dabble in Gay Male, although it does slip from that category a little at the end of the piece. However, Lit being what it is, I think GM is the right place for it to find a home. Competition entries are required to be stand-alone submissions, which this one is, but I do leave it at...
My entire fucking family is fucking Evan Rosier. Even my 94-year-old great-fucking-grandmother is fucking Evan Rosier. I don't know what they see in him. Sure, he's gorgeous. I get that. But he's not the charming, innovative genius my mother believes. He's a fraud. He's the smarmiest smarmy bastard in the history of the world. I don't care if he is filthy r...
He stood by the corner, hugging a bag of films and lenses as he watched me posing shot after shot. I couldn't look away. He had the most arresting eyes. [Those swirling depths of brown]. He'd always stand by the side, watching the photo session silently with the most penetrating gaze. "Christian! Can you please concentrate!" Ruben Anders, my photographer, c...
Chapter Ten - I Want! I Don't Want! The sound of the alarm was unfamiliar, and, for seconds, Aidan had no idea where he was or whether he was still sleeping and dreaming. Shaking his head and groaning, he eventually pushed himself up. Or, better said, he tried. There was a heavy arm thrown over him, and Aidan was pretty much mortified when it struck him. H...
An unhappy wince crossed the boy's face after hearing the king call him a child and he focused his attention on the wounded shoulder instead. The wound was longer than the child's arm. It wasn't more than a scratch, but the heat, swelling and lines indicated infection. It was too soon for that. "You know this is poisoned, don't you?" Everest closed his eye...
"Hi, welcome to Skivvies!" I had vetted this Dallas retail mainstay online more than I cared to admit, carefully inspecting the inventory of hot, erotic, GAY underwear. I decided that I need to go there for some, "Show clothes," for my vacation. Never having worn anything daring or sexy, I was nervous to ask the sales guy for help. I went in there hoping to...
EXTRA CREDIT Robert and Brandon, better known as Robbie and Brandy, had just showered after tennis practice. Two of their teammates, Benji and Chris were still in the shower having sex. Benji faced the shower wall as Chris drove his cock into the sweet ass of his teammate. In the locker room seated naked on the bench were two other teammates, Christian and...