*This story is the second installment of the "My Teenage God" series. Hopefully of many* *This story is a fantasy based on dominance and muscle in an older-younger gay setting. If this doesn't sound appealing to you, then don't read any further. All characters and story-lines are purely imagined and not based off any true facts* _____ I lay on the floor o...
Author's Note: I have seen the comments and appreciate them! It means so much to me! I do type and submit in my phone and am new so I can't figure out how to reply yet! To add context to the story, they live in Massachusetts. P.S. I have plans and am currently writing the third chapter. It should be up within a week if all goes well! ***** *Adam's Point...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** "Yeah, sure, man, you're just mad you can't jump like me," Mark said as his bike bounded over some roots ahead of me. I wheeled around them and skidded to a stop. "I just don't want to," I grumbled, wiping sweat from my forehead. Mark stopped easily and shot me a grin. "Y...
"Joash, I love you," Cernunnos said to his bald red-bearded lover. The fire god reached up and grabbed him. He rolled his naked muscled body on top of him, and pinned him to the moss-covered ground. Joash bent down and ran his tongue over the forest god's ear and down his neck. He moved a hand up to the top of forest god's hairy chest. "Cern, I just love yo...
Anything to save her from him Life was good. As police chief of the sweetest little town in the country--we used to say Quiquonia had so many "Qu's" in its spelling because it was the quietest little town in the state--I was in charge of a real-world Mayberry. I was the Andy Griffith--Chief of the Quiquonia PD. The only crime in town was the occasional par...
Aslan was an amazing and vibrant world. Long ago it was forged, like a weapon, by the gods. Life was littered across it shortly after. From the littlest bug to the biggest gigantes. Goblins, orcs, elves, dragons, etc. The world was sometimes a little crazy and war was a possibility. You thought you were below all that, a tiny flea in the grand scheme of thin...
Hell makes a small-town college quarterback a Bi stud * St. Naphtali State College was under the gun. We had been district champs for years--since before I became a student--but our football record was threatened by money. Money and a legion of robots. The money was Vazcla College. With a statewide collection of Internet students, it had money. Wallowing...
Chapter Five: Interlude One His story complete, and Michael snoozing in a deep, exhausted sleep in his arms, Abazar ran the tip of a finger around the young man's nipples, first one and then the other. Michael sighed and trembled in Abazar's arms, but he didn't awake. Slowly Abazar ran a hand down the marble-smooth skin of the young man's chest and belly an...
After a long and exhaustive search, I have finally found the perfect boy to make my wife. He is as pretty as any girl I've seen, with unblemished, milky-white flesh, pouty lips, and a round, little bubble-butt that gets me hard whenever I picture bending him over and ramming home my seven-incher. I just know he'll take to my cock like a fish to water. He...
I stood in the dark in the doorway listening to the quiet sound of his sobbing. He said there was no pain, and I believed him. No physical pain, but what is pain. Who knows what hurts most, he was only 36. In a few days he would have faded and gone. I would go in soon and hold him, stroke away the tears, kiss them away, hold him to me as I had done now for...