Dave is an average guy. A little short with a medium build, just trying to keep in some sort of shape as he was getting older. Andy was the same age, but tall, very dark, and well built. Andy was helping Dave get into better shape, so there were spending more and more time together. Dave had met Andy at the driving range and had hit it off pretty well. Dave was happy to find a new friend he could hang out with and have some drinks. It was something he was missing after relocating to another state. Dave’s wife, Connie, had been out of town a few weeks visiting…

The green of the foliage outside of the car windows is bright, oppressive in its succulent vibrance. When I look at it, it seems that the leaves are glistening, dripping with hot moisture–the association is so painful that I have to dig fingers into my eyes. I’m suffocating inside, the airco shut down when I cut off the engine, but I can’t bring myself to open the windows. I’m too much afraid of a familiar smell getting inside, or some sound–this gentle wind that rustles the branches, the crack of a twig, the sigh of hot air blown into the grass. I can’t go out. I can’t look outside. I…

Just For the Week, Ch. 04 — Twelve Years Later Chapters 5 full of professional responsibilities and devoid of meaningful human connection. Meaningful, like live and in person. There will be no shortage of social media well-wishers — a peculiar social norm. I hardly notice my own birthdays most years because, A: I don’t care. B: It doesn’t matter. And C: For the twelfth year running, I’m alone. But this year my birthday has my attention. It’s in fact been on my mind for months. Thirty is too young for a midlife crisis, but it makes me self-asses. Who am I? What the fuck am I doing? Thirty damn years…

All Rights Reserved © 2018, Rick Haydn Horst This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Synopsis: [This is the journey of Rick Heiden, who steps beyond his comfort zone, and his life is never the same. He travels to another world and learns that more to him exists than the introvert who revels in the quiet calmness of his apartment to read the latest novel by the fireplace.] This novel contains 50 chapters. CHAPTER TWO…

I remember when I first joined the Royal Navy being gay or bisexual was most definitely frowned upon unlike today where due to an increased awareness of human rights it is no longer the dismissible offence it once was. I had never thought of my self as gay but rather bisexual being attracted to beauty in both females and other young men but even more so in the character of a person. During basic training there were other lads who certainly grabbed my attention to the point where i would have to go and lock myself in a toilet cubicle and masturbate whilst fantasising about what I would love to…

Chapter 2: Dominate me The blinding sunlight seeping through the slit of the curtain brought me back from my peaceful slumber. I stretched my arms outward as I tried to shake off the remaining sleep from my body. I slowly fluttered my eyes open, revealing a still soundly asleep Joss in front of me. None of it was a dream. I scoured and molested his barely covered unconscious body with my eyes. Every breath he took made his muscles every slightly shift, enticing me to inch closer and just lasciviously drag my wet tongue over every edge, every ripple of his chiseled figure. I looked further down and an audible…

We were seniors in high school, just turned 18. He got selected in a Boy Scout Exchange program for a weeks visit to the UK. Known to be a sex player, I was attracted to his dark complexion and angular features. Looking for an opening, I went to see him and we hung out around his house. On my next visit, his dad invited me in saying that Wajid will be home soon. The dad was a big muscular man. We stayed in the house and talked about his visit abroad. He said what got him selected was his speaking clear English and a knowledge of First Aid, I asked…

I left my house and veered to the left and further up the block, along towards where my local shopping centre was. While I’d had no need to go shopping, I’d recently discovered running in my area was a great way to get to know the neighbourhood. It was also keeping me away from temptation. Jogging past my neighbours was interesting, it let me compare us all and our various tastes. There were homes where you could definitely tell the origins or ethnicity of the inhabitants within, by simple things like, Buddha’s and wooden windchimes, or that weird gold cat with the ever-moving paw you sometimes see in Asian shops…

(aka Draining Asterius) Asterius is sat in the chair across from you. A cropped toga wrapped around his shoulders and chest, the sunlight streaming through the window reflects from it giving him a godly, if not almost blistering, aura. He’s wearing heavy brown boots with yellow soles, matching the yellow sash around his shoulder holding his top together. He’s wearing tight blue jeans, the largest size he could find, and they still threatened to explode if he bent over too quickly. Even sat there you could see the stitching around his thighs screaming in agony, stretched thin, and the crotch angrily choke-holding his package. Actually, the more you look, the…

***Everyone in this story is 18+ years old*** Hello! Author here. Just wanted to provide a little note. I’ve yet to release a story about discovery, so here is my attempt. I hope you enjoy! ====================================================================== “Bruno!” a voice called out and I hesitated, sliding across the dirt to a halt. My heart was racing, my chest heaving as my lungs cried out for air. It was unbearably hot, the summer sun scorching even this early in the morning. I glanced across the track and saw Clay waving his hands as he jogged toward me. I took a deep breath, placing my hands on my head as I focused on…