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Shadow’s grasp

Ted turned down a deserted corridor, leaving the lobby behind and cautiously entering the “OFF LIMITS” area of the historic Capitol Theater. The lobby’s lush decor and the scent of stale popcorn gave way to a functional, slightly chaotic backstage, dimly lit by naked bulbs that cast long, quivering shadows across the walls. The floorboards creaked underfoot with Ted’s every step, disturbing the otherwise tomblike silence.  

Startled by a low-hanging cobweb, Ted reflexively brushed off the lapels of his plaid jacket and rubbed his face. The last thing he needed was a spider in his beard. As he passed racks full of musty old costumes and shelves stacked high with paint cans, he straightened his collar and thumbed the button of the tape recorder in his jacket pocket. This would be the most influential scoop of his career if he could only keep his nerves in check.  

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Relaxing My Uptight Roommate (excerpt)

The following excerpt is from Relaxing My Uptight Roommate: A Gay Hypnosis Story, which is available exclusively for purchase on Kindle.

“Matt!” Oscar barked. “You’re getting the carpet wet. Go change.” 

Matt scurried down the hallway into Oscar’s bedroom and opened the door to his walk-in closet. He flipped through some shelves of neatly folded T-shirts and shorts, but then his gaze settled on a row of suits, collared shirts, and ties. Matt remembered how, when he first moved in, he would sneak glances of Oscar shedding his business attire at the end of a long workday, but he was no longer thinking about what Oscar looked like. He was thinking about how amazing it would feel to put on one of Oscar’s suits. 

Matt touched the fabric of a navy blue suit jacket and shivered as a wave of pleasure radiated outward from his cock. He was certain this wasn’t what Oscar meant when he said “go shopping” in his closet, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the smart-looking suits. The mindfuck of Oscar looking and acting more and more like Matt over the last several days now had Matt thinking what it would be like to flip the script on his sexy roommate. He wanted to try the suit on, and his cock agreed. 

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Relaxing My Uptight Roommate

Matt’s attraction to Oscar blinded him to the fact that they would be completely incompatible as roommates. After six months of living together, Oscar’s endless set of house rules has just about driven Matt crazy. As tensions between them rise, Matt rebels, Oscar holds his ground, and their already fragile roommate relationship starts to break down.

Enter Rex, an executive wellness coach who offers to mediate the disagreement. Matt is skeptical, but everything changes when Oscar reveals in a hypnotic trance that the attraction is mutual. Matt makes some suggestions to improve their relationship, and suddenly, Oscar is the perfect roommate. The two men explore new facets of their relationship, but as they grow closer, Matt starts to wonder if Oscar isn’t the only one changing.

Relaxing My Uptight Roommate is a 6,600-word short story. All content in this story is fictional and describes activities between consenting, unrelated adults who are 18+.

Proud dads (My perfect dad 41)

Norman parked his gray SUV in front of the rundown storefront and then lifted his sunglasses to get a better look at the surroundings. A feeling of unease rose in his gut. It occurred to him that this whole thing could have been a setup, but it was impossible to tell. The building’s windows were all papered over, and aside from an old camper that looked like it had been abandoned for months, the parking lot was empty. 

“Are you sure this is right, Dave?” he asked, turning to the passenger riding with him. “This place looks deserted. Check the group text again.” 

Stylized image of an abandoned strip mall.
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dadspreading (My perfect dad 23)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

“Take a deep breath in, dad.” 

I comply, and immediately I feel a wave of pleasure and relaxation rush from my head down to the soles of my feet. My chest and belly expand and stretch the fabric of my tight shirt, a sensation I instantly associate with pleasure and obedience. I hold my breath—my Son didn’t give me permission to exhale just yet—and look at my image on the computer screen. 

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A flip of the switch (My perfect dad 11)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

Aw, man, why do you do this to me all the time? Why do you make me remember everything when there’s nothing I can do but sit here and dwell on it? 

Surely you’ve had enough fun with me by now. I told you, if you let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone where I’ve been or what I’ve been doing. I’ll make something up. I’ll tell everyone I was a drug addict or I was in a coma or something. Anything, but I promise your name will never come up. 

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Music break (My perfect dad 1)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

As a reward for my hard work at the gym, my 29-year-old Sir bought me an iPhone. It’s set up to only call and text Sir, and I can’t figure out how to download apps to it, but He made sure I have plenty of music to listen to. 

I listen to Sir’s playlists every day, and when He comes home from work at night, I always have new ideas I want to share with Him. The first was wanting to grow out my beard. Then I wanted to get some tattoos. I wanted Sir to move in with me, and last month, I admitted to Him how much I wanted to take early retirement from my finance job and become a full-time househusband. Each time, Sir has been so accommodating and encouraging. Sir truly cares about Me. 

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