Author's note: Apologies both to my gay and bi and even straight colleagues for using this category. Come on Lit there's enough of us who consider ourselves to be bi to warrant our own category. Thanks James ***** Silent Massage. They both want it, but won't admit it! James, is in his mid-forties. He is married to Kelly a pretty blonde in her early fo...
The day came for each of them. They all knew it would come, but still it was always a shock. The mother was usually the happy one sending her boy off to become the kind of man she always intuitively knew he would be. The fathers less happy. Their dreams of sons emerging as manly men disappeared in that long trek to Smith's Prep School. It was no more or no...
This is the story of a gay man in a hostile anti-gay military environment, who has to endure therapy by a homophobic medic. This story contains homosexuality. If you object or its not allowed in your area, leave now. Thanks to my friend KABS and Gingerninja for editing for me! ***** The year was 1984. South Africa wasn't a happy place. I was in the army...
"This is Claude, Claude Barbier, Neal. He'll be living with us this summer. He's a concert pianist. French." "I've heard interesting things about you, young man," the Frenchman said. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." This was how I was greeted coming off the train in Gunzenhausen, an ancient Bavarian town on a large lake, Muhr am See, be...
DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teen boys and men. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or if viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! There's a lot more sex in this chapter than in the first, so I suspect most...
This is a work of 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 locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
I was going stir-crazy in my little apartment. The overwhelming urge to go out for a couple drinks was winning. I checked my wallet -- again. The ten dollar bill was still there -- it hadn't magically changed into a 20 or more. I thought about it for a few more minutes and remembered my unemployment check would be in the bank the next day. I grabbed my windb...
Dark thoughts of sinful pleasures raced through Marco's mind. The moment his eyes fell on Jaimie, desire gripped him like a fever. He watched the beautiful blonde hurry across the crowded lobby toward him. Jaimie didn't know it yet, but before the day was over, he would fall victim to Marco's wicked desires. "Hey kid," Marco said. His full, inviting lips tw...
Jim Carmody was on his way to a slaughter. His own. As he walked down the street to meet his master, he knew what was waiting for him when he entered the house at the end of Merritt Road, and for most people, even imagining what was going to happen would have sent them running in the opposite direction. Jim Carmody was not most people, and as he made his wa...
Ah, let's start off with my college years. I found out who I really was during that time. I learned that I had a love for lacrosse, rugby, and a new attraction: Men. Although in high school I was a notorious ladies man. Trust me, if anyone would've told me that in 3 years from then I would be a homosexual... I would've laughed in their face. But back to col...