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No Thanks Ch. 05

by Mezmerald on Jun 5, 2019
Gay Male

Author's Note: Hello, again readers! I am terribly sorry that I have been away for so long. Between my health and daily life, I haven't had any time to write. I still do not have an editor but at this point, I think it is safe to say I stopped looking. I have done my best to correct any mistakes. Since the beginning of this story started in 2017 and it's no...

Smoking Hot Ch. 05

by Kumquatqueen on Sep 14, 2020
Gay Male

The first half of this chapter is Adrian's narrative, mostly with Dan. The second half has Laura visiting Adrian as the first part of his reward -- anyone not at all interested in her perspective or in heterosexual activity could skip to chapter 6. _____________ In the office, Izzy is manfully trying not to ask how my date went last night. Eventually I...

A New Broom Sweeps Clean

by JASONSHOMOEROTICA on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

A Homoerotic Story By Jason Land FOREWORD This story covers a two year period in the life of one, Dr. Andrew Waterlow, a brilliant Oxford classist who turns to school teaching as a profession, but who who is finally appointed, aged only thirty, to a research professorship at the University of Oxford. Depending on context, he is variously referred to in t...

Office Confrontations Ch. 04

by fexcellent452 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

(Finally the wait is over! I apologize for the months of disappointment, but I wanted to make this extra special – and I tend to ramble for pages on end, sorry! - and now I have accomplished that task! OC 4 is here to stay, and I hope it lives up to your expectations! As always, I love comments, questions, and interesting tidbits so express yourself~ Thank y...

Kindness of Strangers Ch. 03

by bjmichaels on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

By the time I reached the outskirts of Houston, the adrenaline-rush I was feeling was counter-balanced by the rush-hour traffic I was stuck in. Stop-and-go traffic---I wanted to scream! And then the rain started... OH MY GOD---WHAT IS THIS---A MONSOON?? The rain was so heavy, it was difficult seeing the brake lights of the car ahead of me. My nerves were f...

Needing You

by Cia81 on Sep 19, 2017
Gay Male

CHAPTER ONE Cason looked out on the sea of dancing people. He could see several people he knew from the scene and a lot of newbies out in the crowd. Strokes wasn't really a fetish bar; it was more of a place for like-minded people to gather and hang out. Still, there was plenty of eye candy, bare skin held in harnesses, mesh shirts, and better yet, nothing...

Ricky

by jakladd on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Allison stroked firmly up and down Ricky's cock, jacking him to a quite pleasurable hard on. His luscious naked body twitched at the attention his cock was receiving, his tight stomach was taut and flat and his charming chest glistened in the late afternoon light. Allison was wearing only a thin pair of simple string bikini panties and her shapely hips accen...

Blackmailed: Weekend with Bill Pt. 02

by hasnoalias on Apr 3, 2019
Gay Male

All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** Dinner that night was pretty simple. Bill grilled some chicken. I was kept naked the whole time and I was getting used to the free feeling of staying this way. I kept thinking about what the next day had in store for me. I knew Jeff would probably join, so counting Bill that brought the number of m...

The Tree of Idleness

by shabbu on Dec 24, 2019
Gay Male

Preface For fifty years men come to the island of Cyprus, a Mediterranean paradise split and war torn by a marathon ethnic struggle between Greek and Turk, each consciously seeking connection with the writings of the British novelist and essayist Lawrence Durrell. They all take up tenancy, some longer than others, in the Bellapais villa where Durrell wrote...

Lower Than the Heart

by sr71plt on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

"I can understand you wanting to get away to complete the problem scenes in the second act, but to such a remote place? Do they even have cell service in—what did you say its name was—Oyster, Virginia? It sounds like a dump. Or a pile of rubbish. I have visions of an oyster shell pile on a deserted scrub beach. Everything washed out in soft, weak pastels; ev...