AUTHOR'S NOTE This is a story about a young man exploring his sexuality and finding out he is a gay submissive. It is rather long and not all about sex so if you are looking for a quickie you might want to look elsewhere. This is a fantasy. All characters are over the age of 18. Please enjoy. ***** I stayed there for a minute in a kind of shock. Seconds a...
Edited by: Pretty Randy It is strongly recommended that readers check out chapter one before reading this continuation. ***** The next several months saw Jeff and Howard settle into a kind of exploratory phase. Though nominally they maintained separate bedrooms, they were often together overnight. Their sexual interactions were satisfying, but not confini...
The doorbell rang. Terry waited a few seconds to see if his mother would answer the door, but he heard nothing. No footsteps, no sound of the door opening—nothing. She must have gone out without saying anything to him. With a sigh of resignation he muted the TV, and tossing the remote on the seat of the recliner, he went to the door and yanked it open. Gav...
The horror I feel is indescribable. The words ooze from him like pestilent slugs; dripping from lips that are cracked and broken. Each one is more deadly than the last, telling a story of pain and depravation so deep and so painful that I can hardly bear to hear it. But I must. If it is so hard to hear how much more difficult must it have been to live? I gr...
CANDID CAMERON Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Cameron and I met at The Fawcett Inn, an off-the-beaten-track pub some distance from where we work as we were both obviously keen that our chat should be spared the curious gazes of our co-workers. He ordered a pint but I thought it best for me to stick to soft drinks as I w...
Life became real for me the summer before I started college. I had dated girls in high school even though I felt this strange attraction to guys − especially muscular guys with body hair. I played with a couple of pussies and did not get excited. Pussies seemed dirty and smelled bad. I began to visit a nearby porn shop − you know the kind: sex toys and vide...
A.N: As a disclaimer this story doesn't have any incest, it just takes the context of a family reunion. My laptop fried a month ago so things are a bit complicated, but country boys make do. Here's a long slow-burney one shot to make up for my silence. Might write those characters more in the future because I got attached, We'll See. Feedbacks are an autho...
Like many men turning 50, I had been getting restless. So much in my life felt stale or routine -- my job, for one thing. But I realized with a shock that my marriage, and more specifically my sex life, had gone stale, too. Although I still loved my wife, and had no idea at all of breaking up our 28-year marriage, I had to admit that our sex life was boring....
When Clark sees the way I'm "improperly" packing my clothes, he sighs, up-ends my luggage, and grabs a single shirt. "No, no, no. You need to roll them, like this," he says, demonstrating his technique by folding in the arms and rolling one of my sweaters into a cylinder. "How am I supposed to know? I don't get out much, remember?" I say, pushing him playfu...
The summer break between graduation and college went by way too fast. Honestly, Danny had a hard time remembering much of it, other than all the stuff he did with Tyler. There was only a week and a half left before they moved away from their childhood homes and into their dorms. He'd been disappointed to learn that they weren't in the same dorm room. Hell, t...