The following story is about a man coming to terms with his sexual orientation, as well as his feelings for his best friend. Characters are 18+, and any similarity to other characters or people is purely coincidental and not intended. Please feel free to leave any questions, comments, or concerns, as they will be greatly appreciated. ***** Oliver watched a...
-- This part of the story is told from Rory's POV, rather than Sebastian's, like all the others. Which was a bit of a challenge for me. All the main characters are 18 or above -- Maybe I was being stupid, but there was a crease in my school shirt that just would not go away. It was so intensely and profoundly irritating. It was one little flaw that I knew...
Friday March 13th A week had passed since my weird encounter with Joe in the bathroom at Bell'Amorehad taken place. I was still thinking about the handjob I did. I couldn't seem to get it out of my head. One part of me was furious and angry and I wanted to kick myself for doing a thing like that. The other part was really confused and got excited even think...
Harry had never had a massage. How could he even consider putting some poor masseur through the torture of massaging his fat body? A guy he chatted with online assured him, "They are professionals; they work with all body types. Your fears are irrational. Just book it and let it happen. You'll be glad you did." His back was killing him. He had put on a bit...
I met Nick five months ago when he became my personal trainer. I joined the gym in the summer to finally work my body towards my personal goals. I had been skinny all my life and knew that if I wanted to change it I would have to get serious. Five months of 3-5 workouts a week and heavy carb/protein loading I was pushing towards my goal. I was up 20 pounds...
He should really stop staring but no matter what his mind said, his eyes refused to obey. He continued to stare, his eyes caressing the lean hard body. His girlfriend, Melissa, chatted on completely unaware of his fascination. "...and I told her she could go fuck herself. She said..." Rider barely heard the words as he continued to stare. "Hey Rider, Miss...
Chapter Seven -- Who's This Nice Guy? Okay, okay, so he had to be completely out of his frigging mind to go through that and live to tell the tale. Well, that was definitely an exaggeration, but Aidan felt the need to do precisely that. Because as soon as he had gotten home, he had slipped under the covers, in bed, and ... Sort of jerked off furiously whil...
I slammed the door of Danny's apartment then stopped cold and just stood there. My body was shaking and my hands trembled as I wiped the moisture from my eyes. Geez, I thought. Why do so many people assume that I'm gay? I don't act gay! Even the few times I went to bars to try and pick-up girls, men would hit on me while the women ignored me. I was never...
Balancing my laptop case atop the pile of clothes in the laundry basket, I stepped through the propped-open front door of my girl's apartment. It was a large bundle. I'd have to set it down outside and go back for my cell phone and keys. No sooner had I placed the basket on the outdoor patio than I heard the slam and pop of the door shutting and locking. I t...
My name is Jamie. I'm a 22 year old from a small town just outside Newcastle. I've never really had a serious relationship before. My last girlfriend and I split up after realising there wasn't much of a spark there. Since then, I've kind of threw myself into my work, trying to earn as much money as possible so I could get out of my parents house. Living at...