CONTENT WARNING. This is NOT a romantic read. It contains dubious consent and touches on themes of submission and control. Also, a big thank you to everyone for the wonderful comments and advice so far. I really do appreciate it. ***** Christmas Eve Click. Click. Click. Keegan pressed the mouse button attached to his computer scrolling through the i...
I needed a clean start, I decided. I was still young, only 25 years old. I was working a dead end programming job and my boyfriend of two years had just dumped me. A clean start was exactly what I needed. It was early January. Chris and I had just got back from seeing my Mom at Christmas and then spending the week up until New Year's on vacation in Orlando...
He stares at me with a mixture of pity and disgust in his eyes, and I sneer back at him, my contempt loud and clear. I didn't know it then, but that doorman would one day mean the world to me. ** My name is Peter 'Pinky' Benson. I'm twenty and a half years old, and I'm going to be all alone for the first time in the big city. I'm moving there to attend an...
Hello again you lovely people! Thank for the great feedback on my previous story, here is the sequel! It doesn't do so well as a standalone so I strongly recommend reading The Circus first (if you haven't already). I've put the entire thing up in one go again so feel free to grab a beverage of your choosing and settle in for a slight darker tale this time...
Chapter One: New Year's Eve 1989 There were four of them on the bed in the second-floor master bedroom of the Baccarat Hotel and Residence Condo building on Manhattan's West 53rd Street, conveniently located near the Broadway theater district. The caterers were downstairs in the living area doing last-minute preparations for Ted Sullivan's early-evening buf...
Prologue I wanted to title this book as Marcus and Spencer, but the editor, for obvious reasons, wouldn't let me. My name is Marcus Kane and my partner is Tracey Spencer. I say partner in its fullest sense, as we are both male and we sleep and have sex together. Tracey was and still is a practising homosexual, while I'm just practising at the moment, for I...
This little story has been kicking around in my demented skull for a while. I hope you enjoy. Other than the usual gay male practices, there's just a hint of non-consent. Oh, and my apologies to the Moody Blues; same title, certainly not the same theme...or maybe it is... ...and thank you once again, Miss B! ________________________________ Did you ever...
A homoerotic story written by Jason Land PROLOGUE This is a sequel to my first story, which is entitled 'Sebastian -The Male Escort', which gave an account of my education at a private school in Sheldon, New York and how, on leaving school I moved to New York city and through a variety of circumstance, found myself acting as a paid Male Escort, which turn...
This is a bit of a deviation for me. Rather than a longer, slower developing story, this is a series of three short(er) stories. They involve three different men at three different stages of the narrator's life: at 18, at 36, and at 54. As always, I enjoy receiving feedback and suggestions from readers, so please post comments or email me your thoughts on ho...
Chapter One: Paul The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Cir...