It's been a few days since my birthday; Slade and I haven't had much time together because of our friends. Its times like this that I wish they knew we were a couple so they would give us the space we need to be alone. We're in desperate need of a few days away, and Slade luckily has this weekend off, so we've decided to go to his family's lake cabin. It's t...
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...
Ooook, soooo, I want you readers to know that I have little to no understanding with how law and order works in court. This chapter was written to make things more emotional-inducing, while preparing for a more gratifying installment sometime in the future. So as I said, I have no clue what I'm doing with the court usage here, I just know that ridiculous r...
Jamie clutched both envelopes to his chest. He'd been holding them like that the whole time--all the way from the bank to his house--but he couldn't seem to make himself let go. He was afraid to open them. For now, those letters were a silent link to Ben. If he opened either missive and found proof that the money was dirty--as Dillon seemed sure it was--Jami...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
Burt proved himself to be quite the lover and fucked me almost every hot summer night in Tampa. Although he had initially threatened to out me in front of my co-workers and forcibly fuck all of his friends, he ended up keeping me for himself. But my time in Tampa was winding down and I was almost afraid to tell him. Being the non-confrontational submissive s...
When my wife left me after nearly twenty years of marriage it was a bolt from the blue. I'd made my regular Christmas visit to see Fred and had some short-lived fun with Maynard, but otherwise I had been faithful to her and felt sure she was faithful to me. A bad moment came when she discovered that I had been masturbating. I found an occasional wank signifi...
Jake woke up with a head as big as Texas. With a groan, he turned only to smash against Klaus's solid shape. The man didn't seem bothered, his breath calm and even. But Jake felt a sudden rush of uncertainty. The night's events tumbled in his mind, first an incoherent succession of words, until he finally grabbed one end and began to pull slowly. The club h...
I flipped open my Zippo, sparking it, and brought it to the tip of my cigarette. I inhaled deeply, letting the warm smoke travel through my lungs before letting it come back out in a slow exhale. There is something about cigarettes that make me feel powerful, make me feel like I am the ruler of all things, most of all my life. I live for the day I don't need...
This work is copywrited and is property of the author. If gay stories offend you or if they are illegal in your area, leave. Any resemblance to any people alive or dead, or any event is purely coincidental. My neediness knows no bounds; I require constructive feedback. Feedback I say! Chapter 5 He was a moron. More-on. Moh-ah-ron. His grandpa could get abo...