*So, onto chapter four, and something a little different both to appeal to the more rainbow oriented in my audience, and those just curious to try it out, as well as stretching out my own homosexually creative muscle. Enjoy!* ***** Usually, foxes aren't wanted on the farm because of the fact they take a liking to the taste of the animals. In this world how...
It's Sunday afternoon and I'm waiting for Fred. Last night, I met him at a gay nudist party. We had sex in front of a bunch of naked men. Today, it's just going to be us. The doorbell rings. I sing, "I think we're alone now / Doesn't seem to be anyone around" as I get up and cross the living room floor. Fred's a big black bodybuilder with skin the color of...
Benjamin took the blanket with him as James drove them both back to the Wendell residence. As Ben stared out of the passenger side window, blue eyes swollen and listless against cutting white streetlights in the early sunset, James felt as cruel and ancient as ever behind the wheel of his spotless luxury vehicle. Keeping his eyes on the road was tough, as hi...
"Please say something," I say, no louder than a whisper. Anything more than that would have sent me toward a breakdown. This is not how I imagined telling him. It wasn't supposed to happen when we both least expected it and I had no game plan worked out in my head. I threw myself into this wildly, like a bull in a china shop. And I was destroying everythin...
We could have gone on playing for hours but after a couple more songs, we had to end the gig. "Ok, guys," Rob began saying to the people in the audience, "this is the last song that you requested. Thank you so much for being here. We've had the best time, and we hope you've enjoyed yourselves as much as we have." We played a U2 cover that everyone sang alo...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I sat in my parents' living room, waiting for Dad to finish getting ready for dinner at the Fountain Rock. On the way home, Dad said it was a date. I couldn't stop my head from spinning. All of this seemed to be a bit too easy. Or, was I over thinking things? Just last night, Dad...
Lit paper 2003 Daniel pushed open the heavy steel door of the student art studios and stepped into the bright, hot midday light of an early September afternoon, blinking against the sun. He pulled out his dark shades, slipping them on as he strode across the pavement shimmering in the heat towards the Commons, the sidewalks crowded with a flood of students...
I want to thank Oldnakeddad for taking the time to edit this story. Any errors are likely the product of my need to tweak. Also, I wanna shout out to the Finer Things Club: Mfa607, MrTimTam009, Soft Sighs, AC, Belligerent Bok Choy, Alice, Allen, AwayThrow, Candace, Erin, Laura, MFA607, MKFanatic, Vanessa, SoftSighs, Nina, John, and Nash. Y'all are the best...
I heard the hum of a well-tuned engine out in front of the restaurant and turned to the window to see who was gliding in. The car, a beautiful, new silver Porsche 911 Carrera, didn't make it as far as a marked-off parking space before it stopped, at somewhat of an awkward angle, taking up two spaces. I paused with the thought of whether he'd parked that way...
The month of December in central Maine is fucking cold. Let there be no mistake about that. As Logan Temple walked briskly back to his dorm one afternoon not only could he see his breath, but it turned into tiny ice droplets before evaporating, while each intake of oxygen through his nose burned his nostrils. It was the first time this boy from California wo...