- Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen at the time it begins - I wish I could say it was love at first sight. But it wasn't. And it wasn't one of those instant hatreds either. The kind where a weird tingle shoots straight to your balls and you want to pound the fuck out of the person -- whether it's with your fist or your dick, you don't quite...
But not if you're under 18 years old etc. This is experimental adult fiction. No similarity to any real human beings, alive or dead, is intended in the following story. It is, to repeat, fictive in nature, beginning to end. If this is not clear to you now, please close this file and go elsewhere. No-one under the age of 18 is or was involved in the following...
This is where the story shall begin. Who are you and what is your story in this world of Monster Boys - are you a student, learning in our modern world? Or are you a squire, eager to explore or a young knight, just recently begun your journey of adventure and fame? Who are the monsters or males after you - are they kind and gentle, or devious and horny? What...
Lying on a chaise lounge on a tropical beach, drifting off with the sun beating down, it's warm rays heating my body, I felt like I was in paradise. The only sense I had was the hot sun that was covering me, when slowly, I noticed a wonderful, salty flavor on my lips that beckoned me to open my mouth for more. A bulbous head slowly entered as my tongue darte...
Monica called me on Saturday afternoon, and asked me if I'd be interested in coming over. She told me Steve was out of town for the weekend on business, and she needed some company. I could tell by her voice that she wanted more than some one to talk to. We had developed a friendship since our last encounter. When I got Monica's house she greeted me with o...
The hot sex with Bud started because he and I lived on adjoining farms in the southern U.S. Bud and his family raised cattle. My family and I, mostly I, as a teenager, raised pigs. Both of our families raised crops of corn, hay, oats to feed the cattle and pigs, and garden crops for our own sustenance. Bud had a brother and three sisters. I had only one brot...
It started out as an English project while I worked on my Masters at Oxford. I came there from Los Angeles on a Fulbright scholarship to study self-identified sexual orientation among internet users. As a bisexual, I always questioned the idea that people could be born liking one gender other the other and stay that way forever. By analyzing stories and pers...
His name was Dan and he was a Marine that I had met one weekend night wandering about the streets of Waikiki. The night we spent having sex was beyond belief of anything I had experienced. There was a part of him that was still innocuous as he was exploring his sexuality and within his own comfort zone; and another part that was as wild as any healthy young...
"We didn't have high school, but we do have now," he whispered into my ear. Bobby-Jack's strong muscular body pressed into me. I felt his hands on my hips, moving up and down my sides. He grabbed my beer and tossed it into the grass. He turned me around and placed his hands on my shoulders. He leaned forward and took in a deep breath, closing his eyes and p...
Nate sat in his car and took another long drag off of the half-finished cigarette, he knew that if he was going to chicken out he had to do it quickly. He looked again at the plastic shopping bag in the passengers seat and was tempted to reach inside and feel the cotton panties again. "Pink." The message had said, and Nate did not want to disappoint the st...