At first I thought he must be selling something. He looked clean-cut and respectable, with a smart bomber jacket over his crisp white shirt and wearing a pair of black trousers and trendy geek-chic specs. He stopped me as I was walking out of the HMV shop in Birmingham city centre, opening with a refreshingly polite 'excuse me sir' and throwing me his best...
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...
Author's Note: Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. This story contains sexual situations and offensive language. If reading non-consensual, gay or non-human fiction offends you, find something else to read. Additional Note: I have written an alternate ending to this story. If you're interested in reading it, I am happy to share via emai...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novel is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly rom...
BOOK IV. David's Last Undergraduate Year [Books I to III should be read first] Chapter 48 Jon When I investigated my pet topic of drystone walling, I found that organisations already existed to promote repair and training in drystone walling, so that a trust along the lines of the Afforestation Trust was not necessary. What was necessary however, was a tr...
'Clinches that led to a voyage of divine discovery.' "It's my body and I shall do what I like with it" Philip said in no uncertain terms. He was a good pal and I was concerned for his welfare and other things which were important to me, especially now since we had both developed a wonderful intimate relationship together. His fuck is sublime and I don't t...
Author's note: The second chapter is finally here!. This will entail the past and present, with a little self play in here. The sex is coming, just be patient with me. The second half of the barbecue will happen in chapter 3. Thank you for your amazing feedback and I am still in search of an editor. * The few days between the invitation and the barbecue m...
To my editor WickedWendyDru; thank you Wicked, you are truly spooktacular. It's been a year, can you believe it? Special thanks to talismania for beta reading and to Jim, JD, and Cath for their insights. This is entered in the Halloween Contest so please remember to vote! This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved. ~nomoretears00 * John...
Note: This story has been previously published on the Nifty Archives. * * * * * To bow. To worship. To breed. These are the notes of his symphony, his soul's hunger. His eyes dart from body to body, evaluating, finding nothing of either sustenance or substance. In his emptiness, I sense his desperation for my religion. He seeks a fane with an altar of...
Leave real feedback or don't comment at all. Indecent comments will be flagged for the webmaster. ***** I found myself in master's basement with two chairs sitting in front of me. Voices upstairs are definitely my parents. Mom sounds like she's crying. "This isn't how I wanted it to happen!... My baby boy." She doesn't seem to want to come down. Dad sound...