[Book I: David's First Year at College should be read first. This is "highbrow" porn with much culture, science, music and religion in its subject matter]. Chapter 16 David When term began I was immediately plunged into a hectic existence. Although there were no university examinations in the second year, there was a vastly increased amount of laboratory w...
I always sit close to the new boy on the sofa, and while I am advising and lecturing him, my hand will occasionally rest on his shoulders; sometimes gently stroke the back of his neck; then move to his thigh, first giving it a friendly squeeze then very softly, trace my fingertips back-and-forth over his inner thigh. "You know I'm not gay, right?" said the...
*I'm taking eighteen credits this semester. That's not an excuse, seeing as the procrastination started this summer, but studying was part of the reason this installment was so late. I hope I'm not getting a reputation, but on several of my stories now, I have taken way WAY too long to finish things up. :( I just want to tell you all one thing. I work har...
[This part follows on directly from "David begins Graduate Study," which should be read first.] Chapter 11 Jon Celebrating David's first publication The Candlemas term progressed. David, on the basis mainly of his undergraduate work, saw his name on his first scientific publication. It was shared of course with three other coworkers. He seemed excessi...
Hey there fellow Litsters! This is my first (and probably last) attempt at Gay Male. The inception of the story happened when a female author friend of mine (who adores this category) placed a bet with me that a straight guy (namely me) cannot write a Gay story. Here is my attempt at proving her wrong. I look forward to your comments and feedback here. It...
~Aiden~ "Bloody hell!" "Yes, I agree." Seven out of nine Montgomerys were in my study. I was seated on my leather chair, my head on my desk. The last time I'd spoken was about ten minutes ago. As far as I could tell without actually lifting my head, the other six were having a hard time sitting still. They moved about as much as they talked. "What just h...
'No , no, no,' I thought frantically 'Not today, not today of all days'. He was here, my french vanilla dream man. In all his gorgeous glory, he was here. And I was a mess, a literal hot mess. It was the hottest day of summer so far and the air conditioner had blown ten minutes after I arrived to start my shift at the coffee shop I co-owned with my best frie...
Sunday morning, June 9, 1996...it was our first anniversary and just over a couple of weeks shy of my forty second birthday. My eyes fluttered open to see 9:47 displayed on the digital clock by our bed. I felt Chik's warm mouth gently nursing on the head of my morning hard-on and I looked down over the crest of my belly to see his head barely bobbing under t...
Apathy And Promiscuity Lately, I've come to a place in life where nothing feels as good as it once did. I get almost no joy from the things that I once loved. Even my favorite foods seem somewhat bland. Perhaps its due to my recent breakup with Jorge, one of the finest human beings on the planet. I'm not sure. But what scares me is that I really don't feel...
I became lost in the sucking. Every time I went faster, he would slow down the pace. I gently stroked his shaft and caressed his balls. My own balls were so painful I knew I wouldn't last much longer. This time when I furiously bobbed my head faster-and-faster he didn't slow me down. I was so consumed with the rigid pole of flesh inside my mouth I though...