There was Sid holding the bucket out with one finger. I didn't understand why until the next moment when my stomach turned inside out, and I thrust my face inside that bucket. I threw up twice. Once after I looked out over the stage and wiped the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. The second time after I registered the thousands and the media....
I got out of the shower and stared into the mirror as I dried my hair. I wasn't anything special, my chest was flat, my rib cage was showing towards to middle of my torso and my abs where as plain as could be. I didn't see what drove Jon crazy about. My dick was an average 4 inches soft, hung gently over my balls. I wondered what I could look like with a cou...
Chapter 1 - The Journey Begins My name is Jono Banks this is my story of discovery on my journey home. First I should tell you a bit about myself. I try to live life by a short list of rules that yes, I frequently violate, often to my detriment: 1. There is a God. 2. I am not God. 3. Answer all questions in brevity. Don't babble, or offer extra informat...
I woke up engulfed by a warm body with big strong arms wrapped tightly around me. I snuggled deeper into his side, it felt good waking up without a haze of regret and self loathing. I wondered if we'd moved at all since coming down from our second, or was it third, round of love making (a nice term for him fucking my brains out). There was nothing sweet ab...
Sam Winterberry, who had been sitting beyond the fence at the side of the court with the entourages from the palace and embassy, plucked at my arm as we passed each other and hissed, "Get to the showers ahead of him, Jack. Give him a show. I've been watching; he's interested." I didn't look around to the man who'd spoken. I'd been told not to acknowledge his...
Date?! I stared at Kenji, mouth open. "Are you serious?" "Well, why not?" he asked, sitting down again. "Your ghost isn't going anywhere, so rather than sitting around twiddling our thumbs, waiting for Pinky, let's go out and do something." I looked at him in silence. "If it's the 'date' part you're worried about, we don't have to call it that," he said...
~And that, friends, is how to make a quick sausage and potato feast. Don't burn your fingers!~ I sighed and logged out of the blog. "Mew's Meows" was my pathetic attempt at opening up to people. My therapist had suggested it, telling me that the anonymity of the 'net might make me spill my guts since obviously his sessions weren't helping. I'd grudgingly ag...
Note to the reader: There is some sex but if you're looking for long, hot scenes, this story is not for you. It's primarily a romance. PART ONE Introduction I first met Dan when we were assigned to the same project at work. I took an immediate liking to him, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. We were soon eating lunch together every day and chatting dur...
CHAPTER 2: ABREACTION The night Coach Henry Jacobs of Jefferson Davis High was living out his fantasies with Asad Udovicic, the school's star quarterback, Anthony Breslin had been the same thing he was doing now- furiously masturbating to his own. On the whole, Anthony's erotic longings were quite a few shades less disturbing than the Coach's. Breslin ha...
[This is the continuation of 'David the Graduate Student Ch. 01,' which should be read first] Chapter 31 Jon A weekend in London 1 As the Pentecost term progressed, I suddenly realized that when I was not in the lab or doing calculations on the computer, I was continually engaged in manipulating people. And poor David, bless him, was being pushed around,...