I was in the dark, helpless, his tongue unerringly returning to my wanting ass, providing the enveloping pleasure that he now knew I wouldn't, couldn't, resist. Each flick against my skin a gently cresting wave, pulling me back into the depths of his perfectly baited trap, propelled on a neverending current of primal satisfaction at the very core of my body....
"What other gay haunts in town have you been to?" Theo asked as they waited for their food. "None, when we moved here we were too busy with work to go out clubbing and by the time we'd got ourselves established we didn't have the inclination." Their food arrived as he finished speaking, he'd played it safe with a veggie moussaka and green salad -- he hadn'...
Self-help gurus tell us we grow by "breaking out of our comfort zones" -- and yet few of us ever do. After all, we are creatures of habit. We prefer the safety and comfort of what we know. Maybe this is why it is said that life repeats itself -- because we gravitate towards the familiar, over and over. I've heard these clichés, of course, but was still su...
They couldn't decide on a movie, so they ended up watching Firefly, which Ben was actually pretty pumped about. Watching Firefly with Dean seemed like a perfect date night. He'd catch Dean watching him every now and again and it made him smile. Eventually he lay down, putting his head in Dean's lap. It startled his lover, but Dean soon settled into it, and...
Arthur's mother was a wild but gentle woman named Brenda. He called her Mama. She lifted weights and ran on a treadmill when she had the time, but she was still a gently plump woman. She had glossy French manicures, cute summer dresses, curly blonde hair, and the ability to weld. Her husband, Arthur's father, was Dustin, also known as Daddy. He was very prac...
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...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Thanksgiving twenty years ago was the last time I spoke to my brother. My mom, dad, and I drove from Dallas to San Francisco to visit my brother, sister-in-law, and one-year old niece. The first sign something was wrong was when my niece starting crawling to me and my sister-in-la...
Dillon looked at the storeroom clock for the second time in as many minutes. Eight o’clock, at least another hour before he could see Jamie. It wasn’t that Dillon minded working until closing. He’d done it more times than he could count. Still, Dillon couldn’t remember ever being this anxious to leave before. He wanted to be with Jamie so bad he could taste...
Micah Taylor sat in the chair and looked at his boss even as his stomach dropped. After two years, in which he had received only high praise for his work, he was now being thanked and dismissed. He knew there was little use in arguing, they never changed their minds, but he couldn't help himself. Everything was going so well for him here until now. "I don't...
Generally, only the very best visits are written about, but the last three visits have had a certain thread running through them, each focussed in a different area, even if one of those visits definitely would not be worth its own story. These days, if a visit does not involve at least an hour or two of pure male sex, it is probably not going to be written a...