Eli breathed softly, one hairy leg sticking from under the sheet as he slept. His dark hair went every direction. He never laid still for more than a few minutes before changing directions and his rumbled hair showed it. His mop couldn't have went more directions if he'd been standing in a tornado. I loved his sexy morning scruff, unlike my baby butt smooth...
Part Two: Deeper Into Darkness With a feeling of some relief I follow him, in silence. I shouldn't be doing this. I should get as far away as possible. What do we have remotely in common? What will we find to talk about? Frey. His name is Frey Tyghi. What sort of name is that -- Polish? Across from the park there's what I call a Costa-plenty-bucks. He finds...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === At first I was convinced my ex-wife was in the bed with me. It was Sunday morning and I was in that half-dreaming half-dozing state I sometimes end up in when I've slept too long and I really should get up. I'd opened an eye to check the alarm clock a couple of times and, even though it wa...
*Hello again for part two of Poor Simon! This is just a disclaimer from your author. The following submission includes non-consent, domination, gay activities, fear, and emotional stress. For those who think I am a sadist, you may be right, but keep hope, for brighter days are on the horizon for Simon. All characters in the following piece are 18+. This i...
Trying to get out my experiences - but they just keep happening! Thanks for all the feedback! -------------------------- I went down to my apartment and slid into bed. I was tired but still restless. It was quite a night and I lay there thinking about what we had done. As the memory of him fucking me from behind came into my head and hearing him call me hi...
Author's Note: This is not a one-dimensional story, characters and plots take a while to develop. If you are looking for something for self-gratification, look elsewhere. Also, if you are not of age, please find more appropriate material to view. If scenes of homosexuality gross you out, what are you doing in the GAY MALE section anyway? Julian Claymore mad...
Pro Bowl ---Sunday Ben greeted me at the door that afternoon with an extended hug and I instantly became hard. Ever since last week, or perhaps even before, my dick had somehow become accustomed to springing to life whenever I was in forty feet of him. "It's just the two of us," Ben said as he affectionately rubbed the back of my neck. "You want a drink...
Trent watched the eyes of the hunky Norwegian UN contingent soldier widen and flash as he jerked and his body shuddered. Trent knew the soldier had filled the bulb of his condom. This was confirmed when he pulled out, went up on his knees on the pool table top, and turned and high-fived the next hunky Norwegian UN contingent coming up on the pool table. Tre...
Anything to save her from him Life was good. As police chief of the sweetest little town in the country--we used to say Quiquonia had so many "Qu's" in its spelling because it was the quietest little town in the state--I was in charge of a real-world Mayberry. I was the Andy Griffith--Chief of the Quiquonia PD. The only crime in town was the occasional par...
He's leaving after graduation, next week. Leaving for another city so far away. He's my best friend. He's been the only best friend I've ever had. John. A simple name does not do judge to the complexities you've shown. He's leaving after graduation, forcing me to attend university all alone, with no support, no back up. I'm supposed to step into the tumultuo...