*This story is the second installment of the "My Teenage God" series. Hopefully of many* *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* _____ I lay on the floor o...
Please only read this if you're interested in what is really a coming of age story for a young gay male and his more dominant Asian male friend. I apologize for waiting so long to post this sequel. Even though over 50,000 read the first installment, so few vote and comment that it made me wonder if I should continue. Both boys are over 18 and this story is c...
Warning: This story contains nonconsensual sex between twin brothers as well as words and other situations that some may find offensive. While I do not condone the nonconsensual sex depicted in this story, I do believe that a fictional setting is the proper place to explore the fantasy of loss of control. In real life, consent does not mean the absence of a...
For some reason, the first thing I remember about that day was the coldness of the glass in the passenger side window of the truck 'Uncle' Brad was driving to his mountain cabin. It was June 1994 and a pre-dawn rain had cooled things off. The sky still was overcast and the threat of a storm still lingered. A few days before, two weeks after high school grad...
I have read lots of stories about werewolves in the last few weeks, and I found most of them to be lacking something. Don't get me wrong, I loved most of them and gave 5 stars, but I'm not a fan of instant romance, or instant soul-mating on that behalf. So, as a form of protest I came up with my own story and tried to dodge the instant happiness in favor of...
Ch. 6 Demon Staring at his reflection in the mirror, Vincent shook his head. There was no demon in the room, no demon in the apartment. Whatever he had thought he had seen did not exist, could not exist. He ran his hand tiredly through his blond hair. Clearly the strain he had been under was reaching its limit. He sighed softly. He needed to unburden his...
A quick warm up Brent now removed his shirt and walked purposely towards Mark with his black shaft fully erect so that his foreskin had no option but than to be completely rolled back. Behind him the other guests watched him in eager anticipation, none more so that his wife who, although satisfied for now could feel herself getting juicy once again as she a...
According to today's "accurate report", he was frequently banging Jessica. At least that is what the headline would have people believe. Not bothering to read the damn thing, he threw it across the room as his temper got the better of him. He hated Blake. But he couldn't seem to get any dirt on him. Politics was dirty and Jacob never had a problem getting di...
I leisurely walked into the bar. It was a dingy Friday night with dimmed lights and Beethoven playing on low. The place carried a depressing atmosphere, with oak furniture and floral patterned art nouveau wallpaper. There was however one little ray of sunshine. That little ray of sunshine was a nineteen year old wearing light skinny jeans and a white sleevel...
I looked up from my book and looked to my right to see out the window. I could discern the snow-covered mountains below us -- at last, we were flying over the Rocky Mountains. But I also noticed something else. Next to me was an empty seat, but between the empty seat and the window sat a young man which a noticeable bulge tenting his slacks and a slight sm...