*Hello everyone, this is my latest fantasy story, which I hope to become more than just a single chapter. This relies strongly on my fan feedback. It's discouraging when you get no feedback to your work, as some of you may know. It almost feels like you've wasted time. So, if you like this story and would like to see more, at the very least vote for it. At t...
This story begins with a previous submission, "Caught!" I woke up the next morning, having slept like a baby. Although the sex the night before didn't quite fulfill my fantasies, I was very satisfied with the turn of events. My wife did everything she could to make me happy and, for the most part, she did a great job. I really couldn't complain but I still...
"So, tell me about you and Marcus," my dad said after he'd sat himself down opposite me with his glass of white wine. "What's there to tell?" I asked with a shrug after taking a deep gulp from the beer he'd handed me. I was more used to being passed a glass of coke or Sprite but now that I'd spent my first term at university and was seen as 'all growed up',...
Alfons delivered another tankard of beer to the well-dressed gentleman seated at the best table, near the fireplace. It still ranked as the best, with the most substantial chair, even though the table was functionally only the best in the winter, when a fire was going, not now, in high summer. When he set the beer down, the man grabbed Alfons's hand and didn...
In the quest for my son, I discover connections everywhere I suppose I couldn't have been surprised by what happened at home, not really, not the way my luck had been running. After six months of cum-slut training, kidnapped by oversexed guerrillas in Colombia, I came home a dedicated cockhound--to a sexual desert. Nobody to plug my man-craving ass. Back...
I picked my way through piles of corrugated tin, broken toilets, and lawnmower parts and came to a halt when I saw the blue uniforms and the wheel-less old Lincoln Town Car, with the smashed-in engine compartment, sitting on concrete blocks. Mullins had said it was an Inevitable Case when he'd called me, but I'd never get used to seeing the various ways that...
This is my Centennial story, dedicated with thanks to my partner who came up with the first pairing I ever posted and who set the challenge of the occupations of the characters in this. "You are behaving like a spoilt brat, Gareth." "Am I really? Perhaps I have good grounds," Gareth retaliated as he continued to pace. "Getting a new Anaesthetist is hard...
Now, fifty years after the event, which has had an indelible, although often unrecognized, effect on my life, I wonder, and reminisce, and smile with the remembered pleasure. Does he remember too? Does the memories cause that old, familiar surging deep in his loins like they do mine? Even now I feel the lubricant begin to form on my tired, wrinkled appendage...
We had got drunk together numerous times, as part of a group, and just us I suppose, once or twice, he'd crashed at mine as well, a few times, came back for some chilli, a floor space. He was sort of funny, a little older than me, smart, he lived miles away. Once we were at mine, a room in a shared house, we were sitting on my bed, and he started to stroke m...
(This is the first of a series about a single guy who gets laid pretty often but likes the Bud Side, too. A close associate at works sends an email that stimulates conversation, and a whole lot more. As with all my stories, there is no basis in reality and the characters reflect no one I know now nor have ever known...these are merely the expression of a wil...