*Yo! Just a word, this was supposed to just be one piece, so you might want to read the last few paragraphs of the first chapter. There is no real beginning or end, just a break between the two. l know how shameless this is, but I want to advertise an upcoming story! I'm going to submit to my first contest. Next Nude Day contest, keep your eyes peeled for...
'THE LEGEND OF THE HOUSE OF SHAME ...' Editor's Note: This terrifying manuscript is not offered as an authenticated document, neither is there any indication that its contents are anything other than the day-dreaming of a fantasist (indeed, at several points in the manuscript the anonymous narrator suggests that this is, in fact, the case). Nevertheless, th...
--for lcwarctic Many years later, as I moved to the retirement planet, I remembered the day they ruled that men could no longer have cunts. I smiled. I knew where that came from. In November 2310 I turned 18, went out and got drunk, got laid, and put a down-payment on a 2956 Chevaaz MX-90. Then I looked around for what else I could do! Hey, when you're fuc...
Nick came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He would have turned to go into his bedroom—in fact, he should have done that—if he hadn't seen that he'd missed with the toss of the used condom toward the wastebasket in Brandon's room. And there was the spilt condom packet on the floor next to the bed too. Brandon was laid out on his stomach on...
It was Steve's birthday and I had surprises in mind for him. Last night my husband and I had arrived at this luxurious desert spa near Palm Springs and I had a whole day of treats planned for him today. First we'd have a special caviar breakfast and take a quick swim, and then, for later in the afternoon, I had arranged for a masseur to come up to the room....
This story is a fantasy, nothing more. It's not real, please don't leave feedback saying that you can't believe that this really happened. If you don't like gay sex or like reading about one man's dirty sexual fantasies, please don't leave negative feedback because you were "surprised". It is the furthest thing from being a great work of art, it's just a cra...
"Learning My Place" - Monday & Tuesday Read Previous Chapter here. * Driving home after my first gay experience in almost 40 years, I stopped at a park to compose myself. I was dazed and confused, but I had to admire the way William had set me up, how he had gotten me to relive our teenage fooling around, to relive me using my mouth on him. Step by step...
The Bathroom I work for many different clients in quite a variety of venues all over north Texas. I had a weeks worth of work in the Dallas area at one of the local hotels. While there I noticed that one of the bathrooms on the lobby level had a huge closet like bathroom in it. It had a real door with slats in it for real privacy. There was also some music...
As Ted Biondi looked at the young man through the peephole of the motel room he was staying in, the 57 year old salesman enjoyed the gawky kid's fidgeting as he seemed to be trying to summon up enough courage to knock on the door. He certainly looked like a geek, which was what Ted had him figured for when they spoke on the phone after Ted had read his ad o...
This is my first submission to this website, so any *constructive criticism is appreciated. Thank you. ~~~~~ Growing up in a very small, close-minded town as a gay teenager was not an easy thing to do. In my high school, there were a little more than 300 people that attended. The school was filled with "hicks", as I referred to them (being the "rebellious...