Part 1 I had never in my life had a wet dream before and so it came as a shock, albeit, a pleasant one when I awoke to find my underwear completely drenched in the sticky substance. My penis still very hard and covered in the moist liquid. "Wow, that must have been one hell of a dream" I thought. I remember the coach back in grade school giving a sex educ...
This is a little story I've had in my head for the past few days. Not related in any way to my other stories even though I use the same names. ~#~ Miles woke with a start as the alarm went off on his phone. "Ugh school all ready." Groggily he picked up his mobile and hit dismiss. Subconsciously he gazed at the date, October 12th read the display. Miles' e...
Everything always came easy for me. Genetics gave me my looks, strength, abilities and intelligence. By the time I was ten, I'd already figured out what I was good at. I'd try new things for the challenge, but if I wasn't getting them or failed, I wouldn't try again. It wasn't out of any sense of fear or failure, but if I wasn't good at them, why bother. Bas...
Author note: Thanks to everyone for all the feedback. I'm sorry this story isn't everyone's cup of tea, but this story is hard to categorize since it blends sci fi, fantasy and romance. If it's not for you, pass it by. Since the premise is about the process of finding out that Wes is jumping universes, saying this upfront uncovers a major plot device in the...
We've come to the end of Jake and Owen's story; however, because I am self-indulgent there will be the first chapter as re-told by Owen so that people can get a better handle on why Owen does what he does and his general perspective. I have fudged some hockey facts to make the narrative smoother—for any hockey fans: I do apologize. Thank you for sticking thr...
"Prince Rupert," I said, rising from my seat at the outdoor patio of the American Bagel and Coffee Company Café. I hadn't seen him approach with his coffee in one hand and a bagel on a plate in the other. I'd been watching a young man enter Vaduz's Kunstmuseum square, look around, and then indirectly move toward where I was sitting. I wasn't at the café by a...
I always hated stereotypes. At least, that was my excuse for resenting anyone who assumed I was gay. A guy can be fabulous and into clothes and still be attracted to the opposite sex. And I have been attracted to girls as far back as I can remember--that's no bullshit. Girls love a guy they can go shopping with. "Metrosexual" was what they called me, and I w...
This is the final chapter of a story I started several months ago. Reading the earlier chapters will help, but I hope you enjoy this piece regardless. Many thanks to pebo, a wonderful editor and friend, for her help. *** "Rise and shine, baby." "Mmngh." "Sorry, that excuse doesn't cut it." Click. The lights came on. Wyl Leyton moaned an unintelligible cu...
+{Noah's Starship}+ -+-[Ch. 13]-+- ~By Emri~ I watched Navid's chest rise and fall as light snores escaped his full, pink lips. He'd inhale with a low, rumbly snore and then his lips would close until the pressure built up. He'd blow out a "Puhhh!" It wasn't too loud, and the rhythm of it always lulled me to sleep. I had raised my head off his heartbeat t...
[All characters described in sexual acts are over 18. Thank you so much for reading, rating, and commenting. I appreciate all the insight, positive and negative, and hope you enjoy this. If you have a tip or a suggestion, don't be shy!] *** New York, New York. Rows of buildings lined like domino pieces around the plangent Grand Central, endless lines of...