And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go... Something there is that doesn't love a wall... --Robert Frost, from Mending Wall. Part Two We were making love. Tess rode me gently and I smiled up at her and softly stroked her breast. "This is what it's about, Max," she whispered, "this...
[Pt. 01 should be read first] Chapter Eight Awakening On the fourth night after our arrival, and a week after he had been rescued from the rubble, I was taking my second turn overnight with him and early in the grey morning about 5-30 am, Luke stirred. At once I rang for a nurse and held his hand. I squeezed it, and there was a response. His eyelids flic...
Angelo had been so tense through his set at the café this evening, that he was afraid that it could be heard in his voice or in a change in how he coaxed the music out of the strings of his guitar. But those sitting around a smoking and drinking long after the food service had been shut down didn't seem to have reacted any differently than before, with just...
This is the story of another time. The Vietnam war was tearing the country apart and young people were beginning to throw off the outdated rules of a society. The year was 1969 and the place was Boulder Colorado where two young men met and embraced their homosexuality. It is also a story of dominance and submission and the myriad emotions these roles bring f...
I had a hard time deciding a category for this story. I was stuck between erotic horror, nonhuman, and gay male. Since the series is named after two male characters and is mostly about their relationship I decided to place this in the Gay Male category. That being said Revere is bisexual so there will be some heterosexual sex between a certain hot cop, so be...
Robert Craft who his friends still called Robbie returned home after his first year of college to pretty much the same life he had in high school. Though there were a few differences the nearly twenty-year old felt as if he had stepped back in time from the moment the bus arrived on Main Street. Until leaving for the state university he had spent his entire...
Kochei, born Kochyeva Ilyavich Moskva let the sens rush over his skin. Yeah, he was a battle servant, a very good one, five assassinations to his name, and countless kills over that. In this place, though, he let the gold reflectors in his eyes shine and smiled down at the little human grinding against his crotch. "You want?" He grabbed her jaw in his inhum...
[Chapters 01 and 02 should be read first] Dedicated to the memory of Alan Turing and all other gay men who ended their own lives as a result of torment by gossip, prejudice, rejection or repressive legislation. Alan Turing has just received a posthumous Royal pardon. Much good will it do him sixty years after his death. [Literary Note: Willem Elsschot (18...
[Dedicated in the centenary year of her birth, to the memory of Barbara Pym (1913-1980), the greatest English woman novelist since Jane Austen. Forget Charlotte Brontë, George Eliot and Virginia Woolf. There is not a lot of sex in this installment, but I hope that you will read and enjoy it as a story rather than as wank literature.] Chapter XXII Dom: Chri...
*Oh my god! This is the last chapter of the Bottom Tier, and Jesus it's really taken it out of me. I stayed up till four in the morning to finish this one. -_-' The Bottom Tier has always been one of my favorite worlds to play with, my darkest invention. I think I should stop playing with fire, and I will be truly amazed if this chapter makes it past the ed...