This is a long romantic story, there will be sex but not for a while. There's also a bit more plot than my other gay stories, and I hope it works. My apologies in advance to anyone who knows (uk) police station procedure – it's likely to become apparent to you that I don't! Just to warn you now, there will be weekly chapters of this, not daily, because I'm...
I didn't do it, I was framed. Just at the wrong place at the wrong time but I didn't do it. My name's Marc and I'm eighteen years old. It all started on prom night. My old man had forbidden me to go because he found out what gift I'd be unwrapping for my girlfriend, Melissa. I was fixin' to head out the window when I heard the phone ring. "Oh, Hi Melissa."...
Although I'm way back in the closet, I like hairy, masculine men. And my brother-in-law is fits my type to a "T": tall, early 30's, good looking, olive complexion, clean-shaven but with a dark heavy beard, black short hair with a slightly receding hairline, sexy brown twinkling eyes, an infectious laugh and a furry chest that makes my dick woody just think...
My name is Alex, this is the story about how I met the love of my life. I'll tell you a little about myself. I am 25, 5'6" and I have a small but fit build. I have raven black hair and icy blue eyes. I'm really fair skinned. It all started on a December evening, it was rather close to Christmas. I was out shopping for my boyfriend of 3 years, Michael. He wa...
Has been edited by Nom de Plume for spelling and grammar. Thank you. ***** The sweet and savory smell of food cooking was all it took to wake up Spot. He stretched out in a big, full body stretch. Flexing his muscular hamstrings and massive shoulders. His brown chest hair covered most of his body like fur. Master made sure Spot kept his public parts clean,...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
Disclaimer -- Miles and I, as well as the other students involved in this story, were all 18 years old and seniors in high school at the time the event described below took place. * Miles and I grew up together. We lived within about 5 blocks of each other; went to the same elementary school, and our moms took turns carpooling us to/from school. We also hu...
Surprisingly, it wasn't too long before Rocco and I did get out. Somehow our lawyer pulled it all together and got a court date set for me as well as one for Rocco about a week later. Rocco had threatened to twist our lawyer's tiny little head off if he engaged in cyber sex with anyone, much less the judge's wife, in the days before our court dates. The law...
Many people assume that they are the only ones who have a tough life. What a load of bull! My name is Steve Darcy and I am a Haitian-American police officer and part-time community mentor living in the city of Brockton. My message is to all the people in this world who think they have it tough. Please, folks, shut the hell up! We're all bombarded with messag...
Damian walked out into the sunlight and immediately felt the humidity in the air. The contrast from air conditioning to summer afternoon was like a rolling oven blast. Damian had thrown on a cotton Hawaiian shirt, and a pair of jean shorts, frayed at the cut offs. On his plump feet, he wore a pair of sandals. Today Damian was going commando. As the heat boun...