We've come to the end of Jake and Owen's story; however, because I am self-indulgent there will be the first chapter as re-told by Owen so that people can get a better handle on why Owen does what he does and his general perspective. I have fudged some hockey facts to make the narrative smoother—for any hockey fans: I do apologize. Thank you for sticking thr...
I yawned and scratched my chest as I shuffled into the bathroom. Joe was standing in front of the double sinks, blow-drying his hair. I leaned across the counter and pulled the plug. "I thought you were going to wait for me?" I asked him. "I thought you were going to get you ass out of bed sooner." "Oh, do not even go there!" I stuck my tongue out him, bu...
Note to readers: Heyla, all, Tom Collins here. It’s been a while since chapter three of this story posted, and I’d like to thank everyone for their patience and continued interest in seeing the rest of it. There were some bumps for Jushorny and I that kept us from finishing it and it finally happened that he acquired a new job and wasn’t be able to compl...
Just wanted to say many thanks to my editor LaRascasse, who helped me a lot on this story. Thank you for reading, comments are welcome. *** "Not so hard," he whimpered and writhed beneath the hard body pressed above him as the thick cock was driven in his ass over and over again. "Needy boy," the man above him chuckled and swivelled his hips, his cock n...
The club wasn't too far from my office and since parking was a bitch on Friday nights, I decided to park at my building and walked the four blocks to where Jonah and a group of friends were celebrating his birthday. Jonah had reserved the loft, which overlooked the entire bar, and I quickly found him, drink in hand, toasting his 27th with a group of his frie...
The next morning, Chad and I donned our caps and gowns, and we got our diplomas. Our families were cheering us on, and our professors were congratulating us, though Chad and I were harboring a secret that no one else knew. Chad's ass still held my load from the night before. And my own ass held a load of Chad's: he'd been kind enough to deposit it right bef...
"God, Ben, I'm doing this all outta order. I'm sorry. I mess everything up." Dean paced up and down his living room as Ben removed his coat and shoes. "Stop, Dean. Nothing's wrong. Why're you saying that?" Ben asked, feeling more than nervous. "I shouldn't be collaring you like this. There should be, we should've been dating for a while. I just..." Ben s...
(Author's Note: The characters in this feature are entirely fictional. Any similarities to actual persons are coincidental and should not be construed as actual portrayals. That said, I hope you enjoy the story.) It was early summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college. I had met Dylan just four months earlier in Microeconomics class -- a subj...
Author's Note: This is the third of seven chapters that will be exploring the sexual escapades of an extremely well-endowed cis bisexual male named Lance. This story is told in first person past tense, and it features semi-ridiculous proportions. I should've been stating this in my previous chapters, but this story takes place in December 2009/January 2010....
You know how in most stories, when conflict happens and problems arise, the characters always pull through and there's a happy ending? It doesn't usually happen that way in real life. My name is Steven Abernathy. I met the love of my life when I was 19 at the university I attended. He was 21, and already finishing his master's degree in business managemen...