The following is a fictitious story from the mind of a bicurious guy. I walked swiftly down the hall of the English building to the computer lab. It was Friday afternoon and that meant most of the students that lived on campus had already gone home for the weekend. The computer lab would be mostly empty, thus making it a prime place for looking up porn. It...
*Hello again for part two of Poor Simon! This is just a disclaimer from your author. The following submission includes non-consent, domination, gay activities, fear, and emotional stress. For those who think I am a sadist, you may be right, but keep hope, for brighter days are on the horizon for Simon. All characters in the following piece are 18+. This i...
Spy? The man at the lectern was saying that my father had been an intelligence agent. I knew what an intelligence agent was. It was a spy. And I'd never even suspected that my father had been one of those. I figured he'd been something more than just a sportsman and dilettante, but I hadn't given that much thought to it. Both of my parents had been flitting...
"Come on, Charlie, run it to ground." "Shhh, you're distracting me." Hardesty; Crane, the squad captain; and a couple of other vice squad detectives who weren't otherwise engaged were gathered around Charlie, who was seated in front of the computer screen and madly clicking away on the keys. The scene was the bedroom with the unusual windows. A smaller sc...
Disclaimer: I might not be the best storyteller, but I'll try at least. This story also involves racism, cheating and a top putting his bottom in panties, so if that's not your thing you shouldn't read. To understand this story, you need to know I've always been a bit gay, though I've tried to hide it and I've been insecure over the effeminate behaviour tha...
I honestly do not know how I made it home. One of the best nights I have had in ages just came crashing down on me. "Did I just suck my son off?" I asked myself. It had to be. Who else would it be? "What a cock that was though." I thought. "Stop it! That's your son you're thinking about!" Arguing with myself all the way home was not helping me think strai...
Thunder? Stampede? Earthquake? Ragnarök? No, man, it's the Disciples. The whole motherfucking gang. They're on their hogs, and they ride. Hair streams like sinister oriflammes. Naked biceps clench in leather jerkins. Fists twist throttles. Like a dust of diamonds sweat glistens on the tattoo tapestry. The Disciples roar through primeval forest, serpentinin...
[This is a completed eight-chapter novella, with chapters posting twice a week and the work completed posting by the middle of May 2011] The room was smoky, and with the spot on me, I couldn't see much farther than the first row of men, all leaning over the edge of the stage. Men with bulging biceps bursting out of muscle shirts. Tattoos running up and do...
Matt's POV: Going back to the apartment was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Sure, the scene with James and then Paul was one of the hottest of my life, but it was wrong. Or, more correctly, they were wrong to have taken advantage of me and I was wrong to have submitted to them. I had become so used to obeying Tan that I had lost my will to questio...
This is the story of another time. The Vietnam war was tearing the country apart and young people were beginning to throw off the outdated rules of a society. The year was 1969 and the place was Boulder Colorado where two young men met and embraced their homosexuality. It is also a story of dominance and submission and the myriad emotions these roles bring f...