Sailing Back into Life [Author’s Note: When the Philippe Lecroix series has been completed, it’s best read in the following order: “New Orleans Rejuvenation” “Natchez Refreshment” “Biloxi Renewal” “Reconnected Recovery” “Theatrical Revival” "Sailing Back into Life” “Harvesting in the Park” “Garden District Plunge” “Dangerous Experiment” “Dueling Regeneration”] Alphonse waved...
Theatrical Revival [Author’s Note: When the Philippe LeCroix series has been completed, it’s best read in the following order: “New Orleans Rejuvenation” “Natchez Refreshment” “Biloxi Renewal” “Reconnected Recovery” “Theatrical Revival” “Sailing Back into Life” “Harvesting in the Park” “Garden District Plunge” “Dangerous Experiment” “Dueling Regeneration”] The bodybuilder...
[Author’s Note: When the Philippe LeCroix series has been completed, it’s best read in the following order: “New Orleans Rejuvenation” “Natchez Refreshment” “Biloxi Renewal” “Reconnected Recovery” “Theatrical Revival” “Sailing Back into Life” “Harvesting in the Park” “Garden District Plunge” “Dangerous Experiment” “Dueling Regeneration”] The young, drunk construction worker...
\Ham couldn’t sleep, and he thought he heard a noise from downstairs. Probably only one of the many ghosts haunting this old, rotting mansion, he thought. But, still, he was fully awake now. He rose off the cot he’d set up in his room until after everything was packed out and padded down the stairs into the music room. He was barefoot, only wearing his muslin sleeper pants. In twenty-four hours...
The cyclist was racing along the top of the Mississippi levee, anxious to get back into Natchez before the rains hit. Sweating profusely in the humidity and under the blazing sun, he had stripped his jersey off and wrapped it around the handlebars of the bike. It was almost dusk now, however, and the storm clouds were rumbling in. He felt chilled and tried to free the jersey from the handlebars...
I was there for three nights in the basement strip club on Dauphine Street in the French Quarter, always sitting at the same table. I had picked him out on the first night—a lithe but well-muscled, dark Greek, displaying a mixture of danger and sassiness; much more into what he was doing than any of the other performers. His act was black leather. Studded-leather harness crisscrossing his chest,...
Sage: Assassin, Part II 2089 A.D. Copyright goes to the author. All rights reserved for short stories published under J.R.W. or J. R. W. that have been featured on this site. Sprawled on the purple velvet carpet of Chase’s oval building, four bodyguards bled in crimson pools of blood. Sage made his way to the lunar-powered elevator, surveying the men’s late 1970 period costumes...
Sage: Assassin, Part. 1 Blood-soaked and rain-drenched, Sage lay still on the city sidewalk. The triangular skyscrapers presently have a menacing white sheen. It reminded Sage of a story he had heard long ago—about a king that slept with daggers over his head. That is the problem of being so good at what you do, thought Sage. You are always threatened by people wanting to make names for...
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By Shadow bear As the first customer ever to walk into the bar noticed me, I picked up a glass from the shelf under the bar top and began to clean it with a towel I found laying next to it. I did this more for aesthetic reasons than any real need to clean the glass. The kid that walked in looked to be about 18 or 19 not really old enough to be in a bar unless he came from somewhere were the...
Hi and welcome to the Elysian Fields; this is a bar of some unusual customers and workers. First off there is me, I’m the owner and head bar tender; my name is Derrick. I’m a 6’10” man with white hair and brilliant green eyes that seem to glow in the dark they shift in shade but are always some shade of green, and the pupils are slit like those of a cat. I’m extremely muscular and covered in...
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Kiss of the Fallen: A novelette of Gay Erotica by A.R. Booth Part 6 I musta dozed off ta sleep after that, 'cause the next thing I remember was wakin’ up needin' ta take a piss real bad. I got up outta the chair and stretched. My neck was kinda sore after bein tilted back in sleep for awhile. I walked over to the bathroom and went inside,...
I woke up in a daze. Somehow I had been moved to the "master suite" as he called it. Him. Lucius. My god, he was awesome. So fuckin' sexy! I ain't never seen anyone so...so...I couldn't place the words. A sharp pain in my ass reminded me of what occurred. 'Aw SHIT!' I thought to myself. 'I got plowed!' Damn! What an experience that had been! My mind raced as I remembered what...
I silently cursed at myself for revealing what shouldn't have been revealed to Julian. That one little four-letter word has so much power. I began to understand the humans' obsession with love. Finding it. Needing it. Wanting it so badly they could feel it pulsate through their very bones. As if eons of pent up desire and longing came to an end, my entire outlook had changed when I uttered...
Leading Julian inside, I flicked the light switch located to the right of the door we had just passed through. He gasped as a hanging chandelier, decadently designed with many expertly chiseled crystal and diamond accents, softly illuminated the room. The room was larger than I expected he had ever seen one room to be. The rug we stood upon was a very oriental piece, woven delicately by hand. ...
Determined to realize the seemingly impossible task I had put before me I let my senses guide me. The pull of sexual purity is very strong. My brethren and I are drawn to sexual intensity and a virgin's energies are erratic and strong...untainted...unspent. They have not yet given themselves over to sexually charged activity, and by so doing giving over a piece of their own soul-self to their...
Copyright for this story belongs to and remains with the author. I don’t have any major objection to my work being re-distributed, but ASK FIRST!!! This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but you proceed at your own risk. ...
My head is spinning from all the stimulation I've undergone in the last hour or so. I don't know who to lust over more, Alfred the hunky shopkeeper/wizard or the former statue turned human. Alfred looks over at me and says, "Tony, I'd love to see you and this man dancing together." "Oh god...I've died and gone to heaven!" I thought. I was so aroused by this point that the slightest...
"What did you just do to me Alfred"? My voice was husky with desire by now. I was feeling extremely aroused sexually, much more than I'd ever felt before. Alfred looked at me and said, "I just put a little spell on you, Tony. Just so I could see what you looked like in tights. It's a beautiful sight, I must say." "I noticed that you were gazing at one of my most recent creations when I...
Eventually after ten minutes or so, the storeowner came back with a box of pictures. I was so eager to see them, my heart was pounding in my chest and I could feel the desire rising in my groin. He took a few out of the box and handed them to me. "Is this you?" I asked him. "Yes, those were taken in the late seventies, this set here in the sixties." I gazed at photos of a strikingly...
Kiss of the Fallen – Part One By A.R Booth The torrential blast of the fast-paced music was deafening. The bright strobe lights placed strategically around the dance floor were blinding. The odours of sweat and sexual tension were intoxicating. The entire floor was crowded with every facet of gay life you could possibly imagine. Different "scenes" mixed with one...
My return to the world took place at night, one in which the moon was all but full. I was not expected at the apartment complex where everyone seems to know too much about everyone else's business. I had been out of circulation by choice for a year and three months. They were long punishing months and the only sexual outlet had been self-gratification. I watched porn. Or, I just recalled...
Who Shapeth Me by Mark Mears Foolish, to think I could get away from Elexi, to believe I could get away from Elexi, to believe I could fail to heed his call or refuse the gifts which that most earthly of entities has to offer; more foolish still was I, for thinking I wanted to do so. The image of a twenty-one year old Satanist, a tall handsome metal guitarist, his bare face and shoulder...
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