Terrell walked into the showers at the end of his Physical Education class and sighed. He made his way to his usual spot near the center of the long, open room studded with showerheads. At the same time, a bittersweet smile lifted his lips as he thought it was the last time he'd have to do this. It was the last day of school for seniors and he would never st...
It had been a quiet day at my salon this Friday. I run a small salon in a midsized town in the western U.S. I do hair styling of course, manicures and pedicures and some massage. Some of my women clients like a relaxing massage, but since I’m gay, I assure you, it’s strictly professional. Yeah, I’m gay, but I don’t really fit the stereotype of a gay h...
Zane Hawthorne is an average 18-year-old young man, recently graduated from high school, dark hair, light skin, a bit nerdy, quiet. Zane wasn't the most popular in school, he kept to himself and was afraid to come out of the closet. You see, Zane is gay, his search history will tell you that. One day Zane gets a visit from a lawyer telling him that his dista...
You don't know how you got here. One minute you were in your bed getting ready to sleep after a vigorous jerk off season of watching hot guys fuck & suck on the internet. You closed your eyes quickly entering a deep sleep and the next thing you knew you were here. Not that you knew where here was. Everything was pitch black. So dark in fact that you coul...
I grew up in Arlington Heights, Illinois, and was a late bloomer. I was also a geek, but in the mid-1960s we didn't use that term. I was a serious student who liked technical subjects and military history. Most of my free time in high school was spent playing basketball with my male friends. I had dates but most girls did not let you do anything except fondl...
Monday | August, 19, 2016 I wake up from bed to see the light pouring in through the curtains of my windows shining directly onto my face. As I attempt to get up, the smooth silk sheets with fluffy pillows seem to be calling my name but I manage to resist the temptation. As I sit up on the edge of my bed, I turn to look at the alarm clock on my nightstand a...
You are lying on your bed, scrolling through your phone, bored out of your mind. You're trying to decide what to do with your time when a letter flies through your window. You're left bewildered, considering the lack of wind, and pick up the mysterious note. ~•~ Hello, lucky holder! You have been gifted with a wish! But not just any wish. No, this is a wish…...
This was a true story that happened in Southern California back in the 1970s. I played percussion for my school orchestra and band in High School and took private lessons as well. My teacher was putting on a concert for some of the local schools and asked me to join the percussion ensemble group he formed. There were six of us plus my teacher. The rehears...
[pre-story]This story's not dead! I was a little stuck trying to figure out what to work on, and I got some comments recently asking for more M/M stuff, and then I got inspired and now here we are. Convenient that the first story to go public in pride month is M/M. Content Warnings: M/M, femboy, sissy, potentially offensive dirty talk Disclaimer: All chara...
Fierre is an 18 year old French Duellist in the city of Demacia. Standing at 5'10 he is smaller than many other fighters his age. Clothed from neck to toe in a skin tight black bodysuit which hugs the plump cheeks of his bum enticingly. Two long silvery white boots, the edges lined with a gold tint. Some leg guards coloured the same with a matching pair on h...