Here's my story, it's sad but true. About a guy, that I once knew. He took my love, then... hey, you know the rest. Yes, I was the small-town slut, always up for mischief. The sure-thing. A scrawny kid with acne. No-one's dream date, that's for sure. But I know the rules, and I'm cool with it. Yet I can still taste the sense of shame and betrayal I felt over...
It was nearly 3:00 PM on a Wednesday. The year was 2003. The place was Los Angeles. The city of angels. The city of dreams. The city of sin. Nicky Robinson stood outside of the tall downtown skyscraper. He was eighteen years old and he looked it. In fact, he looked very young for his age. His face was smooth and boyish and his sandy blonde hair only added t...
Part 6 DIARY OF CARLA PARKER All in all I think Abby did a great job of explaining to her friends everything we knew to date. She was concise and matter of fact, somehow she even managed to make it all sound normal like it all made perfect sense even though none of it did. We were all trying to get over the fact that a naked, magical, hypno-vampire (or mor...
This is the story of a gay man in a hostile anti-gay military environment, who has to endure therapy by a homophobic medic. This story contains homosexuality. If you object or its not allowed in your area, leave now. Thanks to my friend KABS and Gingerninja for editing for me! ***** The year was 1984. South Africa wasn't a happy place. I was in the army...
Mornings with Gil typically went like this: First, well, Gil's alarm would go off, and Barnaby would wake up with the sinking realization that he'd fallen asleep on top of him again. He'd be apologizing before the man was completely coherent, so the first thing to come out of Gil's mouth would be "It's fine", "Don't worry about it", or "How did you sleep?"...
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Connor's POV: 'Hey stranger, how are you holding up today?' Leo teased in his mock-Southern accent. I love it when he does that, it makes him sound like a sexy cowboy. 'I'm good, and you?' I smiled, he didn't have to know about the stuff with Caytlin. I didn't want to bother him with that, and I didn't want to think about it now that I could see him again....
ANOTHER WEEK AT THE CAPE On Monday Ricky and I slept in as we were like zombies from the incredible days of marathon sex. I didn't care if he was my gay cousin. I was addicted to his incredible ass and I planned to have it everyday of the upcoming week. By the time we out of bed, showered and dressed it was nearly 11:00 AM. He suggested going to the harbor...
I opened my eyes. The night's sleep was leaving my body and I was returning to consciousness. With a contented sigh I pulled the covers up beneath my chin and turned on my side. A glance at the small clock on the nightstand told me it was 10 p.m. A good night's sleep without strange, incoherent dreams was a luxury I didn't get to enjoy very often. I hadn't f...
+++++ Author's Note: This is a sequel to the previous published story "One Day at a Time." +++++ I got back to my apartment and plopped on the couch. I had an emotionally draining day at work and wanted to unwind. I pulled out my phone and thumbed through the contacts...Cary...Danny...no, I would be seeing them in a few days...Charlie...no, I wasn't in th...