Hey everyone, I'm bi and this is my first man-on-man story. It is based on a bit of real experience and a lot of fantasy about that. It is part one of what I hope will be a multi-part series. Let me know what you all think. Obviously, this is a story that involves man on man action. If you are under the age of eighteen, or if this is illegal for you to vie...
The day before Stuart had to leave on his trip was very mundane and rather boring. He spent most of the day packing. Dana had left earlier in the day. She went to her office to work on some last minute case details. He knew the divorce case she was working on would consume her time. He knew how she got when she was working on her cases. Then again she knew h...
You know the drill. All of this mythological goodness is property of the author and can't be duplicated in any way by anybody without permission of the author. This story is pure fiction; any resemblance to anything or anybody is in your own head dude. If M/M stories offend you or are illegal for you to view, leave. I love feedback, so email me! Home, at l...
I woke from a nightmare, finding myself wound up tight in the sheets-- one of those bad dreams where your own cries wake you. Les knocked at my door, asking if I was all right. I kicked the sheets, uncoiling my body, and told him I was fine. "To see the world in a grain of sand," I said to myself. I knew what that meant now. William Blake was right. God a...
'At the station. Be there in 30.' You quickly text back to your friend, Chris, as the subway pulls to a stop. You step on and easily take a seat, as you're boarding at a stop at a parking garage outside the city. Driving in the city is still a bit intimidating, and you expect you'd get towed at some point over the weekend as the signs and regulations here ar...
Mornings for James Wendell were a blur these days, starting with a jerk out of bed and ending with him preparing himself the same way each day towards his desk at The Kleinmann Company. William Kleinmann, Jr. had been C.E.O. for almost twelve years after the company's founder, William, Sr. succumbed to brain cancer. The senior Kleinmann's genius was tainted...
I was born in a country where the third born son was sent off and raised as a servant for the men of wealth. Often, these servants would be used for sexual acts of deviancy. It wasn't seen as unfaithful to their wives or homosexual. No, it wasn't frowned upon at all. In fact, men who were elite enough to have a servant boy were viewed highly in society. The...
This is a true story. I was young (not long turned 18) and dumb. That's my only excuse and it's not much of one, I know. I had asked out a girl in my sixth year class, Julie Duncan that I really fancied. She was out of my league I know but I tried and didn't deserve the cruel rejection and amusement the bitch dished out to me when she turned me down. So an...
This is the third part of my little story and again I must tell you that as with all my work it is based on actual experience. The feelings I try to give are the feelings I felt, I write it from my perspective as me, Leanne. Some people have written some nasty comments to my previous parts, but hey ho, I have also had some lovely support. I have now changed...
Discipline and the feel of a leather belt were bound up in some of Marshall's earliest memories. His father hadn't spared the use of the belt with his son, and Marshall could not argue there were times when he flat out deserved it. He was mouthy and bold, and often spoke first, without thinking through what the consequences of his words might be. He quickly...