I'd like to thank DeadlyNyghtshayde for betaing and editing, even though I know she wanted to go off and beat the crap out of someone after reading it. Please note, this is a gay male story, and is extremely reluctant and borders closely with rape. If you don't like stories like that, then don't read this, please. ================ ::Three shots. My entir...
So, on Saturday night I was pretty exhausted from all the sex with two very exciting men. First it had been Dili, otherwise known as Professor Homo, who was the organizer of this bank holiday weekend event at his house in the country. Then I had encountered the orgasmically thrilling experience that was Ivan, with whom I had shared some robust sex play – whi...
I suppose I should start at the beginning of my story. My name is David Gill, I'm eighteen, and a senior in high school. At five feet, ten inches and about 150 pounds, I'm not a big guy, but it's not like I'm a wuss. I'm striker on the soccer team at my school and I did karate for about five years, I was pretty good at it too, so I know how to handle myself....
I had found him through a friend of a friend of a friend. He didn't look like much when we met in Starbucks to discuss particulars. In fact, he didn't look at all like what I wanted. "So, how did you settle on this?" he asked me. "It was a costume party," I answered. "I hadn't, you know, been much interested in or turned on by anything until then, and . ....
(With much affection for Tracy, friend of deep value, who, with eloquence and wisdom, inspired this story so much, she should be listed as the main writer; the good ideas used here are hers, the less than good ones are mine, as are all the flaws) We lived in a cull-de-sac for this last day. Love had had its way with us and we were ending. We didn't look at...
"You look like a cop." The kid was standing at the edge of the street, bent over to talk through the open car window. Sam Avery smiled. "I am a cop." The kid's expression didn't change. "But I'm not here to bust you." The kid's expression still didn't change. "So what do you want?" Sam pointed his index finger at the car pulling away in front of them, th...
I know it is forbidden of me as a sanctified scribe of the church, but through my secret allegiances to the gods and spirits of the old order, I compose this chronicle of how the remarkable Floin came to be naked and bent over, to be skewered by the lingum of another man for the first time in the presence of many of the high Druid priests and priestesses of...
I often did things backwards in life. The old Hollywood adage goes that many a starlet—and we can add many a leading man, now that the cat is out of the closet on that—got their film career break by the audition they did on the director's or producer's couch. In my case, however, I got the part before the director had me taking direction under him on his cou...
ONE. The pounding in my head marching on with a steady beat. TWO. The beating of my heart in my ears. THREE. The rhythmic clanking of the weight machine as I work through my daily routine. FOUR. The almost audible strain in my muscles as the weight goes up and down. FIVE. The final gunshot that doesn't stop ringing in my head... REPEAT. At 24, I was one of...
All participants are over 18. ***** I give myself credit: it took some courage to walk into a police station filled with macho, notoriously sexist and homophobic policeman wearing a tattoo on my head that read CUMSLUT in bold red letters. The label wasn’t standing off my face by my choice; rather, an unhappy date on whom I passed out and vomited vindictiv...