Hi all, this story is a little preachy but it works for me. Hope you like it and as always, comment and rate. Also, the Dorothy Parker poem is called Resume and the words that God speaks are not actually the oldest line from the oldest book. You'll understand later on. Thanks!! There were many statues in the park. Statues of governors and mayors from long a...
We were having our coffees at the neighboring Flora Bar which was a usual place for all the students living on campus to start from on their night adventures. The morning Top Hunk 'I-own-this-place', whom I met while waiting for the place to shower that morning, was there and his attitude did not change. Arif said his usual "Hi" and I did the same. The Hunk...
Jason Jones was interviewing for the position of waiter. He was 24 years old, 5' 8'', with a slim build. He had light brown hair and brown eyes that usually shone with bright good humor. But just now they were burning with lust as he began his closing interview; seated in the manager's office, his clothes all piled neatly on a nearby chair he sat before the...
I took one last look at the antique broach, closed the lid of the velvet box, got up from the desk, slipped the box into the jacket pocket of the clothes I'd laid out on the chair next to my studio couch, and came back to the desk. I'd left the drawer open. I took out the worn stack of postcard-size photographs I kept in the drawer and started shuffling thro...
(This is the continuing story of work buddies who have become more than casual acquaintances. After some mutual blow jobs and an intense jack off session, Pete and Same are joined by Sam's long time buds Matt and Kevin. Suddenly a twosome becomes a foursome and a great time was had by all. Hope you enjoy. As with all my writings, these characters and situati...
CHAPTER 1: Joey "As we go on We remember All the times we Had together And as our lives change Come whatever We will still be Friends Forever" "Oh God, could you please turn that retarded song off the radio? I feel like I'm in a Barney after school special," David says laughingly. "Sure, dude," Joey, replies with a smile. In all honesty, Joey was very gla...
Hey there fellow Litsters! This is my first (and probably last) attempt at Gay Male. The inception of the story happened when a female author friend of mine (who adores this category) placed a bet with me that a straight guy (namely me) cannot write a Gay story. Here is my attempt at proving her wrong. I look forward to your comments and feedback here. It...
Hello, there. My name is Steve Victor. I'm a young black man living in Boston. I attend Boston College and I major in engineering. One of these days, I aim to have my own company. You don't make much money, or get much glory, while working for other people. I'd love to see my name on the office door, or the company logo. That's why I'm busting my ass in coll...
September, 1969 Big Man on Campus It had been a fabulous summer, and the amazing experience of having my first real lover still had my mind reeling. Alexander 's abrupt departure left me anxious to be moving on myself. I had no idea how to process the idea that I was a fucking queer, not completely, anyway. I jus knew that the sex had been fabulous and I w...
Disclaimer: 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 locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that the usual discla...