Natalia woke up from an intense erotic dream pressing her right hand between her legs. She must have been touching herself while dreaming, but the feeling between her legs was like nothing she'd ever felt before. There was a great swelling there, as though she were expanding, throbbing, protruding out of herself. But how could that be possible? Not to ment...
Chapter Seven PRETTY PINK BOTTOMS The first step on my trip down that path happened one hot Sunday afternoon. I had just come out of my bedroom after spending a few hours in the pool. I was wearing a pair of loose fitting boxer shorts which hung low on my butt. I was drying my hair with a towel. Mr. Clemons was there to meet me in the hallway with that...
This is the story of my first train and how it came about. This happened way back, in the days before we'd even heard about AIDS or HIV or anything like it. I was twenty-two at the time and had been going to this one particular adult theater in town for several months. I liked this place because they had two screens, one playing straight films and the othe...
I opened my eyes to morning light filtering into the hotel bedroom. Bruce's white noise machine was still putting forth its synthesized ocean noises. I reached over and turned the volume down, yawned and stretched. Next to me Charlie was still asleep, as were Bruce and Lloyd in the other bed. I looked at the clock. Seven-thirty. Kind of early for a Saturday...
"Yea, I know Ben, he looks fucking hot, but I tell you, he's a real prick. Any time I see him out at the Manatee or Charlie's or the Quest, he's dancing around like he thinks he's God's gift to lonely faggots. He says he an artist, which means he wasted three years getting a diploma at the College of Art and lives in a loft on Daddy's dime. He's pissed off e...
Chapter 28 – Gagging For It Indie refused to acknowledge the stack of bills Laurel slapped into his hand. "Why do I have to go?" he asked. "You were supposed to bring alcohol, not send me to buy it two nights before." "You always get the good stuff." She shrugged. "We thought it would be better if we just collected the money we would have spent and had...
The streets of Gwen were busy and packed with people shouting and moving back and forth. The mid-afternoon sun was high in the sky and beamed down upon the marketplace. Hagglers and vendors shouted their prices while farmers moved their oxs and wagons through the narrow streets. Visitors to the city would recognize the stone aqueducts, the finest architect...
What I used to believe was a vulgar and depraved lifestyle ended up changing my life completely around. I'm 31 years old, and have been straight as an arrow since adolescence. I'm your average looking white man, nothing to really brag about, yet never had any complaints from the few women I've shared a bed with. I have a slightly big build, and a gut on me t...
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If you're a lifestyle critic, don't pester me! This is fictional and fantasy engaged in by consenting adults. Perhaps this should be under novellas, or novels...it's long. It's also my first attempt at writing gay or bisexual adventures, my first material was MMF and the MM didn't connect ;-) . I've gleaned some ideas from all the stories I've viewed here o...