It was a Saturday in the early part of December and the eight soon-to-be-players were stuck at school, of course not by choice, but because detention always claimed its victims. Mr. Brown, one of the school's science teachers, led the group of seniors to the Study Hall, a windowless room where the were to serve their time like inmates. What none of them knew...
Robert Craft who his friends still called Robbie returned home after his first year of college to pretty much the same life he had in high school. Though there were a few differences the nearly twenty-year old felt as if he had stepped back in time from the moment the bus arrived on Main Street. Until leaving for the state university he had spent his entire...
(Author's note: This is my first story, and I wrote and edited it by myself. Hope there aren't too many grammatical errors. Also I'm Canadian, so I spell some words the Canadian way.) It was too early in morning for intellectual conversations as the trio drove along the winding country roads towards their destination: Major Goo's Paintball. Jack was at...
This is a true story from when I was a grad student in college hanging out with my best friend Jordan. We bonded over pot, South Park, music, and intellectual conversation. I could easily have imagined marrying him, if he were gay; he's one of the most deep connections in my life. On this particular day, at his request, I showed him how to manscape, which en...
Hey ladybugs and gentlebeetles. My first story . . . Hope you enjoy, please leave comments. Wiggly kisses to you all TickTockTokoloshe ***** Nobody really remembers their birth. I do. But I'm guessing that my birth was not what one would call common. There were three main differences between my birth and a human one. Firstly, I was not born of wo...
I was tightly surrounded on the subway train by four young toughs, and I had a cock up my heretofore heterosexual ass. How could this have happened to me? It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and my wife, Florence, and I had taken a taxi downtown to Lacey's Department Store. We needed a new bedspread as the old one was getting pretty threadbare. We went u...
Fantasies are easy. And it's easy to pretend that they aren't real. Especially for me. I've always found a safe space for my fantasies, and I don't let them intrude on the rest of my life. That's the nice thing about porn. You log in online, browse what you want. Link to the next video, and it goes on and on and on. Before you know it, you're stroking to t...
Quentin and Colin saw the lights go out in Nelson's loft apartment over his parents' garage. Their friend was off to some well-earned sleep. As Quentin started the engine and turned on the headlights, he cast his mind back over the last few hours. It had been an evening of firsts: the first time he knew his friends were gay; his first circle jerk; the firs...
After my encounter in the library restroom, I spent the next couple days in nervous exhilaration. I had to have more. I sent a message to the number I had gotten. After awhile I got a message back. "This the dude in the library?" I answered that I was the guy in the library and wanted to know about the "meeting" at the motel. The guy, Joey, said he and a...
For the long summer vacation at the end of my second year at College I invited my friend, Des, to go camping with me in Brittany. We had lived near to each other when we were kids and always got on well. So when he phoned to say he would very much like to go I was delighted. He also made a suggestion which intrigued me – that we should invite Trevor, who was...