• Queer Fiction
• Kinky Erotica
• The Softer Side
By Cherry Black
Never Leave Me Alone
By JT Langdon
By Jean Roberta
My Indentured ...
Sword And ...
A Stiff Neck
By Robert Buckley
The Magic Lesbian
By Teresa Lamai
By William Dean
Note to Self
by Geneva King
Girls' Night Out
by Giulia Cosentino
by J.T. Benjamin
by J.Z. Sharpe
by Nicholas M.
by Remittance Girl
The Problem of Leather
by Roxy Katt
Taste of Jessica
by TD Fallon
My Dark and Empty Sky
by Teresa Wymore
by Tulsa Brown
By Mike Kimera
By Nikki Isaak
Cruising The Precipices
By Remittance Girl
By Tulsa Brown
A Teaspoon Of...
by Alice Gray
The Adventure of...
by Angela Caperton
by C.C. Williams
The Honey Bee
by Helen E. H. Madden
Luis and the Boy Toy
by Helena Settimana
Put Them On
by Jay Lygon
The Cowboy Way
by L.A. Smith
by Lilie Berlin
The Gay Picture Show
by M.K. Bowes
Maid for a Queen
by Elliot DeLocke
Daisy Chain on ...
by William Dean
Their eyes widened as they recognised each other. They were between the "Masturbation (Healthy Vs. Compulsive)" and "Deepest, Darkest Secrets" placards outside the meeting rooms.
"Paul," said Jeremy, his surprise melting into an honest smile.
"Jeremy," said Paul. Their smiles turned into laughter as they awkwardly shook hands. That brief touch sparked a flurry of weekend memories: insatiable fucking and drinking, clubbing, an amiable parting lunch at Café Flore. Jeremy nearly flinched at the memories; Paul masked their impact with a wider grin.
For a second, they floundered. Then Jeremy dispelled it with: "Which meetings have you attended? And more importantly, which ones will you be attending?"
Paul indicated the two meeting rooms. "I just got here."
His pretty brown eyes elided Jeremy's. Jeremy wondered if he was remembering their first night at Badlands, where they danced, their erections rubbing through leather and jeans. His hands were calloused, experienced; his thighs and ass were like a football player's: tight.
Jeremy's long brown hair shifted as he shook off the thought.
"Don't do that," Paul said. "It's passed. Now we're just friends recovering sex addicts." His smile softened his reprimand.
Jeremy wanted to kiss that smile off Paul's face, his scratchy, light beard against Paul's cherubic flesh.
"I'm sorry," Jeremy replied. "It's just... difficult sometimes."
"I know. Have you seen John or Aaron lately?"
"They left for the East Coast last week to visit John's parents. Apparently, it suddenly became ‘cool' that their only son is a fag."
Paul laughed. He'd forgotten about Jeremy's dead-pan humour.
People were moving around them. Noting this, Jeremy asked, "You want to get some coffee? We look like gits just standing here."
Paul shook his head lightly. A faint blush lit up his angelic face. "You wouldn't be trying to get me up to your ‘luxuriously appointed' room? You know, I've been sober for seven months now."
Jeremy's cock stirred at his Paul's soft tease. He tried to ignore it, remember the shame he'd felt after his empty trysts.
Paul hadn't been like the others. That made him more dangerous.
"Five months for me." The waiter at Sparky's had been too cute to resist, with his Jack the Pumpkin King tattoo and his boyish grin. Jeremy smiled at the memory, in spite of himself.
Paul drew him back. "Maybe later. Are you attending either meeting?" He indicated the two placards outside the meeting rooms.
Jeremy nodded. "I'll be attending ‘Deepest, Darkest Secrets.' It's always fun to watch the newbies fuck up and get specific about their tricks and desires."
Paul laughed, edged away from him.
"That starts in a couple of hours. I'll be" Paul smiled at a passing man sporting an Augustine Fellowship badge, like them "busy until then. But afterwards, maybe. . . as long as we keep it friendly, not sexual."
The man Paul had smiled at was cute. Buzz cut blonde in black khakis and a wife-beater. His wallet chain jingled as it swung about against his inner thigh.
"So, are we on for coffee later?"
"Yeah," Jeremy replied, recovering himself. "That sounds good. Just us, or will others be there?"
"Let's play it by ear." Paul winked, lightly clasped him on the shoulder. Electric tingles lingered after his hand was removed.
Then he was gone, swallowed by fellow sex addicts and other hotel guests.
Jeremy's cock ached. It wanted release. Now. He darted toward the elevator, down the hall.
Five minutes later, he was in his room. Safe. The ache in his heart was set aside; his erection had seen to that. He stroked its burning girth, teasing its head and sides with his forefingers.
He didn't want to come too fast. He wanted to relish the moment, imagining Paul's sweet lips wetting, licking, swallowing his cock, like he did the morning after they met. The mingling of sweat, cologne, sex and lube had tickled their noses, arousing them again, even as they woke.
When he came in Paul's mouth, Paul winked. At that moment, Jeremy had seen something reflected in that wink; it was a semblance of love, a mirror of his own feelings feelings that were all-too fleeting in the wake of time and mutually unhealthy desires.
He frowned as he wiped his cooling jism off his thighs and belly.
Next week, he'd probably be alone. But hopefully, not tonight.
Copyright 1996 and on, Erotica Readers Association, Inc.
The Boys Upstairs
by Beth Vox
by Helen Madden
St Lucy's Day
by Helena Settimana
by J.T. Benjamin
by Kathleen Troutman
by Lara Nickles
Home Is The Place
by Robert Buckley
by Lilie Berlin
How We Convinced
by Chris Skilbeck
by Kathleen Bradean