Chapter 2: "Snoop" ERIC: Moving back in with my dads was undoubtedly the best thing I could've done after college. Lying in my big comfortable bed with my boyfriend in my arms, while the smell of breakfast lofted from downstairs. No more noisy suitemates. No more crappy cafeteria food. A lot of my friends who had to move back home after school were bummed...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to people living or dead or situations is purely coincidental. All persons depicted are over the age of 18 and consenting adults. Warnings: Includes gay incest, allusions to perceived non-con and dirty talk. All comments are welcome. Hope you enjoy! Also, this is a re-upload. I lost the password...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to people living or dead or situations is purely coincidental. All persons depicted are over the age of 18 and consenting adults. Warnings: Includes gay incest, allusions to perceived non-con and dirty talk. All comments are welcome. Hope you enjoy! Trent pulled off the thick veiny cock with a...
The droning of The Faint blares through the speakers on my dressers as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. In the background I can hear my parents arguing, again, always about the same old shit, we can't afford this...blah blah. The same stuff I hear every day but choose to ignore. Since coming out to my parents a lot of things have changed. My parents are...
"Oh god yes." I panted, "oh god." My usual demure composure had been obliterated, leaving me unable to form coherent thoughts. And why this sudden lack of poise, you may ask? It's all because of HIM, because of what he's doing to me. Perhaps I should start from the beginning... It all started out like any Monday. For the last six months after graduating col...
I honestly think here is some truth in the saying that opposites attract. How else would you explain some of the weird and sexy people I hook up with? Achilles Charles Berenson is the name. My nickname is A.C. Who am I? A big and tall young Black man living in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. And I am one hundred percent bisexual. I do it with guys...
The French Maid in the Sex Shop It was Sunday morning and I rode the metro into downtown Buffalo in order to visit the sex shops. Although I had a hot session with Glen just yesterday I knew that I could not wait too long before I needed to see him again. When I left his apartment the previous day he had told me to purchase a French maid uniform before comi...
That's what Akuma was. He was built that way, lean with a small amount of muscle in the upper chest, and a toned stomach-almost hairless. It made any man or woman melt into his embrace and want to please him. He kept his hair long to add to his dangerous aesthetic. His harsh green eyes narrowed as he shot a deathly glare to his younger boyfriend, who was sit...
There is an old saying, this ain't the middle of nowhere but you can see it from here. If it applies to any place it applies to this town. But a job is a job so I moved here. It's not really a small town, there are over 50,000 people, but it has the feel of a small conservative town. The principal at my new school starts every faculty meeting with a prayer,...
Joyce and Roger were best friends of my parents and lived a couple houses down the street from the house where I grew up. At some point, I had become an oral servant to Roger, a short balding guy that sported a hairy beer belly and an equally hairy thick five inch cock. Shortly after my 18th birthday, Roger began requesting "help around the house" on a more...