Chapter 1 It's a pleasantly warm evening in the Phalloji Village. The occasional carriage rolls by the trail between the lively taverns and brothels illuminating the sleeping twilight dusk as the stars begin to shimmer above with the moon just peering beyond the horizon of Aphrodita Island. Aphrodita Island is no center of malice or filth, as it used to be...
**This is my first submission - I'm open to any suggestions and comments anyone may have - I hope you enjoy it** *This story is a fantasy based on dominance and muscle in an older-younger gay setting. If this doesn't sound appealing to you, then don't read any further. All characters and story-lines are purely imagined and not based off any true facts* As...
Chapter 2: The Last Day Adam and Merrick rested in the glowing, subterranean cove. Orangey-pink light danced along the rocky walls as the lovers cuddled against each other. The water rippled as the beautiful fish tail slowly moved back and forth, occasionally rubbing against one of the legs. Merrick's tail is long -- about a foot or two longer than Adam's...
I have always been bisexual and have involved my wife in my quest for cum, but the more I am with men, the more I want to be exclusively with men. I've been married for 15 years to a great girl who loves cum as much as I do. When she discovered my taste for the sweet cream, she allowed me to indulge in every wild or weird quest. I have sucked off many men in...
"You got it?" Sanchez asks after a long drag on his Marlboro. His name's an affectation: he's lily white. He's Mom's sweet boy, cleans his room, does his own laundry, kisses her goodbye, sells joints and pills to highschoolers on Saturday night, then goes to Church on Sunday pretending to be sinless as starched white sheets. Typical American shyster. S...
Weeks have passed. Our sex life has been hot since that night I took your cherry. Just the pierced nipples fascinated you for days and days. You keep whispering how exciting it was when I invaded your ass. You still love that crystal dildo, but now seem to want more. You come home to find the house empty. Not unusual, I work late some nights. You find the...
Bill looked at the bank of screens in his office. Some had a newsfeed, one had a stock forum, some had live stock charts. He rocked back on his leather chair, dragged off his black-rimmed glasses and dropped them on the desk. Then raising his hands, grinding the palms into his closed eyes. He had made some good trades today, made money. Now the markets were...
ONE. The pounding in my head marching on with a steady beat. TWO. The beating of my heart in my ears. THREE. The rhythmic clanking of the weight machine as I work through my daily routine. FOUR. The almost audible strain in my muscles as the weight goes up and down. FIVE. The final gunshot that doesn't stop ringing in my head... REPEAT. At 24, I was one of...
He stood on high, on top of mighty Olympus, staring through the portal at the mortal world below. The ache in his legs the constant reminder of how never to stand between two fighting gods. The passion they evoked with a single argument, his father flinging him to where he landed, broken and bleeding, and a throw from Olympus to Antarctica a true testament t...
5. (Sorry, no sex in this one, but is just to move the story along. Sex next time, promise.) * Roger was stronger but not as limber as me, so we tried to find a place where the brambles were not so thick. About maybe thirty feet toward the water, I found a part in the stone wall broken, and brambles grown around it. I stepped into the brambles, hissing and...