Little Red Pill The condo was just what Spence was looking for. It was nice and spacious and had all the amenities you could want. The building was nice and exclusive and you had to be approved by the homeowner's association to buy there. Luckily, Frank, who was showing him the condo, was not only the building manager, but also the head of the association....
***This story is fictional although some of the experiences including joining the military are accurate. This is my first in a series of stories and I would appreciate any comments, feedback and suggestions.*** The door had been opened and I knew that no matter how much I wished it hadn't things would never be the same again. It all happened the last weeke...
I set the bag of alcohol and mixers on the table, along with some beer for the heteros. It'd been a very long week, as far as work was concerned. I'd worked over sixty hours, thanks to others taking vacation time or calling in for this reason or that. I was exhausted, but there was no time for that. It was time to square up on our deal and I had all weekend...
The prison baker was a convicted serial rapist and gay serial rapist and he'd been locked up a long time, I found out that like grandpa he was an old hand and knew how to get what he wanted and when he heard that I was available to drain balls, get fucked and suck he decided he'd get me when he delivered the daily bread to the quarters. Every day he rode a...
Chapter 5 -- Highland Festival -- The Bar ***Hello Readers Quick note, my stories tend to progress a bit slower, if you're looking for quick paced sex scenes try another story. This story contains nonconsensual sexual acts. Also, some past people have nitpicked about small consistency details in my stories. I'm not writing a classic novel, I'm not goin...
This is my attempt at a short work of erotic male-to-male fiction. It's somewhat inspired by a very close friendship I share with a friend of mine and the things I wish I could share with him. The characters within this story are all my creation and this work is purely fictional. I wrote when I was 18. I was young, excited and impressionable. I would...
Ana Don't get me wrong: I love my dad, but he is so literal all the time. Everything is so planned, practiced, and perfect that it's hard to get anywhere with him. He's the most selfless, giving, and hard-working person you'll meet, though, and he's the only person who I can honestly say is kind to every single person he sees. Truly, though, I'm not stupid...
"Kevin!" Kevin's mom yelled at the top of her lungs. "What???" Kevin yelled back. Kevin was 20 years old, just out of high school, and very lazy. And moreover so, it was a warm, hot, sunny day, and like all young energetic young men, he had decided to take the whole summer off, just lazing around, doing nothing, nothing at all. Now, of course, he would h...
I hadn't expected him to show up last night. Hell, I wasn't aware he knew where I lived, so imagine my surprise when he was the unexpected guest blowing up my front door. I wished I could've said it was hard to watch him breakdown before my eyes, but I can't. If I was willing to admit it or not, my masculinity had desperately needed the encouragement that I...
"I need a room for the rest of the night. One bed, double or bigger." Lou huffed and cleared his throat, flipping up the ends of a couple twenties in his clip. His sausage link fingers handed the money over. The motel clerk considered the middle-aged man without a word. Decent suit. Not great. Clean. Trimmed hair. His eyes cut over to the man's car. Older....