"What? Studying on a beautiful Sunday morning?" Caught by surprise, Matt slipped the letter into the center drawer of his dorm desk and looked up at the door to see that his sometimes roommate, Perry Fitzhugh, was standing in the open doorway, dressed to the nines in his polo outfit. Matt hadn't even known what a polo outfit was—high leather boots rising to...
* * * * * * * * * * Note: This is a BISEXUAL story. It has female-female sex, as well as male-male sex. * * * * * * * * * * "Welcome to the 'Mile High Club.'" Brady held the door for Beverly, Kevin, and me. We stepped into the ultimate man cave. The big room took up half of the three-story mansion's basement. A giant flat screen, flanked by four smaller...
The old dump of a motel that was here nine months ago has been transformed into something pretty nifty, the young carpenter, Constantine—known by everyone but his mother as Dino—thought as he left the movie studio he'd just put the finishing touches on and strode across the line of refurbished motel rooms toward the men's gym at the other end. The only probl...
This is a fantasy of mine. Yes, I know it may seem strange to some people, but for those who are into such things I hope it'll be a turn-on. It involves male-on-male, group sex, and forced sex. If you're not a fan of those things, please don't continue reading this story. It's not meant to be a great work of prose, just a fantasy. As a healthy young man I a...
* * * * * * * * * * Note: This is a BISEXUAL story. It has male-female sex, as well as male-male sex. * * * * * * * * * * "Did you really mean it?" Fred asked. "About wanting me?" "Uh . . ." Lust fought with fear. Lust won. "Yeah. Whatever you want to do." Fred looked from Andy's stiff dick to his face and smiled. "Man. You're as eager as a horny virgin...
[This is a completed six-chapter work that will finish posting before the end of February 2017.] * The shipboard casino had opened an hour earlier, the sun was at its full height above the ninth-deck swimming pool complex, the lunch-service lines had opened at the Windjammer Café, and bingo was in full cry in the Spotlight Lounge. The Glory of the Seas cru...
Tebber ran his fingers over the wing spread across his lap. The slashes were nearly healed, but the broken spars would take longer to mend. The wings still required oiling, however. Tebber spread the oil on by hand because he didn't want to risk pulling any of the stitches. Besides, he enjoyed feeling the silky smoothness of the thin layer of colorful flesh....
I had been living at The Nest for a week. The move was a smart decision - besides saving my parents money on a dorm room for the summer, I wasn't looking for things to occupy my time and the eye candy wasn't bad either. Because the market wasn't quite there yet for "paternity" clothing, the residents and visitors regularly kept their shirts off at the mansio...
"So first thing next day I knocked on their bedroom door to say good mornin' and one of them called out, tellin' me to come in." "This was one of the gay blokes who owned the house?" Brian asked. "Yeah. I think I was the only one rentin' a room that night." He nodded and I went on. "I walked into their bedroom and there the two of them were – the older d...
Published in Stallions and Other Studs, Scott O'Hara (ed), 1995 Posted to Internet circa: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 [Usenet] Stored on The Nifty Archives * * * * * The band plays on the stage. The air is blue with smoke, hot, and reeks of Miller and Budweiser. The kids cluster round the stage. The typical crowd -- jeans-clad, long haired, leather-jacketed, tatt...