It's been weeks and weeks and weeks, I know. Please, don't lynch me. It's been a busy few months. Short story, my baby sister is now a PhD, and thus even more insufferable than I could ever portray here in this story world. But that meant a trip to the UK. And of course, work. And then a scare with a possibility of losing EVERYTHING on my computer. Thankful...
I had finally gotten home from work after what felt like the longest 12 hour shift ever. My feet ached and all I wanted to do was sit and wallow in a beer while watching reruns of 90's sitcoms. Then my phone rang. A picture of my ex girlfriend Gabriella popped up along with her name. After our breakup a few years back we had gone through a period of months w...
COCK-SUCKER TALES: 'THE DISTURBING CASE OF THE HELLFIRE CLUB' In which the great Victorian Detective is forced to confront the dilemma of his own sexual identity... This strange tale has a curious history. In their exhaustive study Drs Ben Doone and Phil McCavity, Professors of Literature with a special interest in works of a Deviant, Transgressive and Pr...
The moon rises, full blown from beneath the silvery blue of sea and sky and casts Her lambent gaze upon the earth, Her child. No ripples disturb the tranquillity of the endless pool, no clouds stir to cover Her face with veils of gauze, the earth lies beneath, quiet, peacefully awaiting Her command. Deep below the calm surface the tide rises to answer Her c...
"Alright, she's all yours, Blake." Says Mr Owen as his keys jingle from handing them over to the handsome man before him, wearing a denim jacket and tight-fitting jeans. At age 26, Blake sports a nice layer of stubble on his face, besides his short brown hair, as he looks at his coworker. Mr and Mrs Owen are going on a two week strip, so they need Blake to h...
Chapter Twelve: Sandro and the blond stranger The following week, Sandro turned up at the Fitness Centre at 3 pm, and sure enough the handsome blond was there to meet him. In the changing room, which at that moment was unoccupied, they undressed side-by-side. As he pulled his jeans down, Sandro could feel his tool stiffening. The stranger noticed the bulge...
**DISCLAIMER** This story contains scenes of sex between three men. If this offends you in any way or is illegal where you live, stop reading now and leave. It was dark by the time I finally woke up. I reached over to my right, searching for Daniel's face or chest, but I found nothing but the woven threads of the hammock. I quickly turned to see that he wa...
Felix Frederichs stood in the shadows of the station shed in the Washington, D.C., suburb of Lorton, Virginia, on the last day of October, trench coat collar pulled up to cover his sallow cheeks, dark sunglasses on his face, directing the young Martin Mayer here and there in getting squared away for their overnight Amtrak Autotrain trip down the East Coast t...
siktici © 2017 This story is based on true events. Smitty came to me after my disastrous first time, as told in Bait and Switch. He was, undeniably and overwhelming, my Gift of "deeply abiding love," but the relationship ended after thirteen wonderful years when Smitty died. * PART I The tornado came in the night, tossed trucks and cars from I-10, and sc...
It was the first month of my graduate school, and it was my turn for the "introductory" evening with my Logic professor, Paul Hollings. When I'd asked someone who'd taken his class the previous year what the proper attire for such an event was, he had just given me a lopsided grin and said, "For a handsome guy like you? I'd suggest very bulky clothes." He h...