I hear the boisterous laughter coming from beyond the brightly lit windows of the country inn—the only sign of life in this dark, dark night in the middle of the Black Forest—as a kiss is stolen from me. I accepted the coupling in the back of his carriage as fair payment for the ride this far from the provincial capital, but the kiss was a surprise. I had no...
** A note to the readers: this is part 2 of the series "Honiahaka". I highly suggest reading the first one before continuing with this one, as there are some things that might not make as much sense without reading it. I decided to change the category from 'nonhuman' to 'gay male' because I felt like it better suited this chapter (ensue angst, fluff and smut...
I was never more nervous than while I was waiting in the dance rehearsal hall, trying to keep up with small talk with the pianist, while I was waiting for Miloslav Cersenka for my audition to dance in Defiance. I was torn. I wanted to do this, and not just for the money I needed to help keep Mr. Masters's lifestyle afloat. I needed this for me too. I was beg...
By six a.m. Alex was out of the tent and jogging down Anderson road toward Williams Road to explore the summer countryside of Maine. At that early morning hour it was quiet and peaceful. On his return, he took the part of Anderson road that hugged Bunganut Lake. When he re-entered the campground he passed by campsite B1; Steve's location. He slowed. Out in...
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Note: English isn't my mother tongue so have that in mind when reading; I tried my best tho. Anyway, sorry for the grammar mistakes and all that jazz; be kind about it tho, or better yet, let me know what I'm doing wrong in a respectful way. ***** "FUCK! I'M GONNA..." Kendall gasps painfully, body arching over the bed; balls tight to his taint, all will l...
(Note to reader: For a fuller context for this story, read the "Wolf Creek" novella series and "The Photograph 1: John" and "The Photograph 2: Jamie.") Joe knew his unit shouldn't have entered the Scharzwald this close to dusk. The doughboys had been picked off one by one by the huns, hidden in the trees. But Joe knew someone must get through and warn the b...
Note to the Reader: I have taken a shot at writing a short story in the same ballpark as the Yaoi manga I read so often. As usual, constructive feedback and shiny stars are most welcome. Though I refer to Osaka University, none of the characters are intended to represent any person or being, living or dead; this is a work of fiction. Nothing else. Thanks...
Rimming was horrible, but I had no choice. I didn't have choice in anything anymore. Chris was enjoying my work and my humiliation. The only good part was that I was in a relatively easy position so my sore body got to rest some. But at such a high cost. I'm sure Chris dozed while I continued. He was enjoying himself at my expense. After well over an hour...
The alarm clock on the nightstand blinked, 4:15am. It was a warm night, the blankets had been kicked away into a tangled mess sometime earlier and the young man that lay on the bed wore only a threadbare pair of sweatpants. Taylor was on his side, asleep and facing the wall with a peaceful expression. He was exhausted, college and his job barely left him any...