My wife and I had been invited to a friend's costume party in mid-June. It was a perfect night for an outdoor party. The air was warm, not too humid and the camp fires around the property kept the dampness and chill out of the air. There were people all over the place but the majority were centered around the pool and outdoor bar area. I had been talking wi...
I swallowed the warm sticky spunk and held onto Hassan's cock until it was flaccid. He sighed several times and remained motionless with his eyes closed. With gentle motions I rolled the softening meat around my mouth. Every so often his thigh twitched. "That was amazing." He whispered at last. I hummed into his groin. "I can't believe I let you do it again...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novel is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly rom...
*Just a quick note. This is my first story, so I'm still feeling out my writing style, therefore the sex scenes are few, but they are there. Comments are welcome. If this goes over well, I already have the second part planned out in my head and in some rough notes. And if I do write the second one, I promise some more erotic parts. I was mainly focused on th...
Authors note: Hey guys! I highly (HIGHLY) recommend that you check out my Hazel story. This is a spin-off and you will get more insight to the plot and characters. If you decide not to, that it perfectly fine, I tried to write this so you're not too lost. I have my reasoning for writing this story under two categories instead of one. This is my first time...
I first met Sergeant Bernard West, later called Bernie, and Corporal Tony Meredith when I joined the regiment as a Second Lieutenant. My name is Bryan Shorthose, and because of my surname, I was known in the cadet school as well as the officers mess, as Sox. I was also called by that name whilst I was at school, that being Harrow before I went on to the univ...
"James, please pick your jacket up off the floor and put it in your bedroom, that's a good boy." The quiet words, spoken as much to not provoke an argument as to convey a request, came from my foster father, Randy Simmons, as he took a few careful steps over my prone body lying in front of the television watching cartoons. I had arrived home from school two...
I needed a clean start, I decided. I was still young, only 25 years old. I was working a dead end programming job and my boyfriend of two years had just dumped me. A clean start was exactly what I needed. It was early January. Chris and I had just got back from seeing my Mom at Christmas and then spending the week up until New Year's on vacation in Orlando...
"Is he dead? He looks dead." "No, I just checked, he's still alive." Avery felt something hard nudge his side, right in his ribs. He grimaced, and tried to force his eyes open but couldn't. His entire body was wracked with pain. He couldn't move. His head was aching with such piercing pain; it felt as though it had been split open. 'Maybe I'm dying.' He...
This story involves acts of both sex and romance between consenting adult males, so if that's not allowed where you live then you should march in the streets. If you enjoy the story, I'd love to hear from you. Thanks for reading. * * * It wasn't the explosion that alarmed him. It was the silence. In the aftermath, as the dust--and metal, and body parts--...