He walked over and sat on the side of the bed. God, he obsessed about his Prince so much. Never before had he fallen so deeply in love, never before had he wanted to make love to someone so much, that your mind couldn’t conceive the passion and never before had he wanted to protect Nathan with his life.
“Could you see us living here? Together.” Rob said quietly. “Yes,” I said quickly, making him grab me and kiss me. Deep. He groaned into my mouth as his tongue flicked with mine. “Mmmm.” He pulled back and held me in his arms, looking at me. “90 days and this could be ours.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the doorway, walking with me, hand in hand, to the living room to see the realtor.
Nathan stared at the floor and shut his eyes. His boss new he was a sensitive soul, but he could tell something was wrong, the boy started to cry. Paul wanted to get up and put his arm around the lad to comfort him, but it would be inappropriate in a work situation. “Hey Nathan, what’s wrong, do you want to talk about it?”.
The sometime exciting life of an average guy on his journey to discover his sexuality, friendships, love and death. Sensual and tragic, perfectly combined makes the my favorite choice to read.
Nathan was sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched up like a little old man, Carlos sat beside him. “Baby boy, we need to ask you some questions, before we phone the police". The lad lifted his face and looked around. Marco wanted to just hug him and take the pain away as he knew exactly how the boy felt.
A man in his forties meets a young man who reminds him of his husband from many years ago. As hours pass it becomes clearer what has really taken place.
Tom is hospitalized; Dr. Everly asks Tom's siblings about the past. Steve flies to Corpus to face his future in the last chapter of "The Trombone Player."
It had been several years since I built my cabin in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. I was expecting a visitor and I had no idea the journey this visitor and I would take.
Craig and Nathan are staying overnight at the country club before heading off to Nathan's house. Craig learns that Elizabeth is going to be there too but before he has to contend with that Nathan appears bearing a bottle of whisky. It seems bootlegging is a family tradition...
Carlos was absolutely besotted with Nathan, the lad was in his thoughts twenty-four hours a day, and his dreams were of their love making and him protecting his boy. Meanwhile as Nathey soaked up the sun, he was thinking if his man.
Pete, a writer, is abducted by a strange alien race, but his friend Mike sees what is happening and jumps at the chance it offers. When they wake up in Pete's home, several things have changed permanently ...
And there, in the middle of the room, was Joe, wearing his new jock and nothing else. “Do you like it?” He asked, giving me a little bodybuilder pose, turning and flexing one bicep while lifting a leg in a typical pose. He was one ripped man I thought as I stared at him. The black jock he had on looked amazing on him, cupping his giant package perfectly. "Now try yours on." He said with a grin.
As Brian and Keith confront the things they have done, Noah is attacked by depression and Fenn finds himself standing in a long cold queue waiting to get inside the church.
Winning the Powerball can bring a lot of changes, making all kinds of things possible. For one particularly close father and son, above all else, it's an opportunity... and a very special kind of freedom to be who they've always wanted to be, together.
Steve's under a lot of stress and Ian wants to help him with it and so do Carl and Chad. More background on two other characters and a pending visitor.
This is the conclusion of the Rossford Triptych. So, if you haven't read The Houses in Rossford or The People in Rossford, it makes no sense for you to start here.
As the clock counts down towards Craig's expulsion from Allegheny Military College, Nathan takes him to the opening of the pre-Raphaelite exhibition at the Carnegie Gallery. Craig has no interest in paintings. Nathan, on the other hand...
Rob was behind me quickly, and his cock already lubed with his spit. I gripped the edge of the bar and pushed my ass backwards against him as I felt his thick headed cock dig into the crack of my ass. I groaned and he shushed me as we listened to the sounds of laughter upstairs, the sounds of plates, the sounds of cupboard. And in one blinding push, Rob slid his fat cock straight up into me.