As the dusk started to settle and the lights on the Bangalore skyline started to brighten with street lights Deepak got up from his portable armchair. He was reading a Nancy Drew fiction novel. He folded the chair and holding it with one hand walked towards the stairway at the far end of the terrace. When he reached the bank of elevators on the top floor lan...
"It's called the Dance of the Ravishers," Dr. Emory said to me as we watched nine male dancers swirling around two small bonfires. "I can certainly see why," I responded with a big grin. Dr. Emory gave me a sour look. I'd been warned about that look. In fact, my partner, Steve, had bet me I wouldn't last two months out here in the upper Nile area of Sudan w...
I was 18, and my friend of several years (Jeff) was had turned 18 just a few days before. We played on the same baseball team, and every year for last few we had at least a couple of classes together. So we were pretty close. We were both in good shape, but Jeff always had that certain something. He was about 5' 10" and had kind of round face that made dimpl...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Early the next morning I was standing staring at myself in the bathroom mirror wearing only my pyjama bottoms. I looked like shit. I'd hardly slept all night, my fitful dreams being such a surreal tangle of male imagery that I kept waking, wondering what the hell was happening to me. In spi...
The minute that Clancy Sharpe saw his friend's grandson, he knew the lad was gay. It was a knack the senior citizen had that had served him well over the years, and while he wasn't infallible in detecting a man's sexuality he was right more often than he was wrong. Young Mike Zeller seemed to be the apple of Clancy's friend Warren's eye, as during the 10 mi...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Stud Farm There is nothing like dawn over a stab...
Just a (short!) fictional story about two guys discovering that they can satisfy each others needs. I've always enjoyed being in the woods - camping, hiking, whatever. Such a great place to relax and unwind! It therefore seems only natural to me that it would be a fantastic place for sexual encounters! Greg and I went camping this week, heading for a favor...
It was the summer of 1976 and I was vacationing with my family in one of several log cabins that were part of an aging camp constructed in the Thirties on the shore of Lake Michigan. Each morning after breakfast I would set out combing the endless beach collecting stones and driftwood, enjoying the waves rolling over my bare feet. The previous night, for th...
This is for all of my readers who have asked for Thomas and Michael's story. Here it is... *** Sweat dripped into his eyes and hands roamed on all parts of his body but he didn't care. Michael ground his ass against the muscled man behind him and grinned widely as a Martini was placed in his hand from a pretty blonde woman. He tipped the drink to his lips...
I had just gotten to my freshman year of college, and was only a few months over 18. I was finally free of my parents control, living in a dorm with a car of my own. I could go wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted, and I knew what I wanted to do. Ever since the first time I had realized I was gay, I knew I wanted to be with older men. Their large, hairy bodi...