March, 1622 Wolstenholme Towne, Virginia The unseasonable warmth that early March brought James West to the holding pool of the stream leading down to the river. James was a young settler in the royal grant English Virginia Company's Martin's Hundred holding on the Virginia peninsula east of Jamestown. As far as he knew, he was the only one who knew about...
This story is a part of a short series of stories following James a forty-something straight married man who has developed a love of cock sucking. Other stories are based on true events. This is what he would like to do; visit a gloryhole. It's a story about the protagonist setting up multiple scenarios to fulfil his urge while on a week-long business trip...
Entering the room immediately caused my stomach to churn with excitement. Something about entering a place where strangers are in control and you anticipate being involved with sexual activities. The what, why, and how remained a mystery. This only added to the combination of nervousness and excitement. The woman with a strangely deep voice said, "Welcome...
Thanks for all the positive feedback! It's been a delight to see my story come to life. If you haven't read chapter one and two I'd recommend it before moving forward. Again, big thanks to LaRascasse and Oldnakeddad for editing and advising! I am smarter than a 5th grader (or so it appears). (This is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age o...
Noah Young was an angel. With a flawlessly handsome face, a beatific, innocent smile and blond curls haloing his head, and a perfectly formed, somewhat diminutive body, he was frequently described as angelic. The high tenor voice he graced the Shenandoah Conservatory's Chamber Choir with—not frequently risen to in one's freshman year at Shenandoah University...
It had been a few weeks since I earned my membership to the gay men's club. I had gone back to my "normal" routine. I attended classes on weekday mornings, swam and ran in the afternoon, then worked as a cook at night. On the weekends I just relaxed and/or studied for my classes. And I hated it. Damn near everything reminded me of that kinky weekend. I had l...
*"Caught between the longing for love And the struggle for the legal tender Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring And the junk man pounds his fender Where the veterans dream of the fight Fast asleep at the traffic light And the children solemnly wait For the ice cream vendor"* Daniel stood before the office manager's door. He knew what this meeti...
This eight-chapter novella, inspired by Thomas Wolfe's Look Homeward Angel, is set at inception in Asheville, North Carolina, in the second decade of the twentieth century. Posting of the work will be completed within three weeks chapter one posts. * "It won't be long now." The young man had a booming voice—a surprise coming out of his frame, which wasn't...
"Is that the swimsuit edition?" "Uh-huh" "You like that a lot? It's been out three -- four months now!" "You're point?" "I don't no, I like looking too, at broads I mean, Looks like they're getting skimpier and skimpier." "Yeh." "Look at the tits on that one!" O.o.o..Yeh.." I was on the RTA Rapid going downtown for classes at CCC. I was a first year f...
"You home, bro?" I asked as soon as he picked up the phone. "Yeah, what's up man?" I heard his ever joyous voice. "Can I crash at your place tonight?" He went silent for a while, as if he knew exactly what was going on. "Sure thing." I was there fifteen minutes later. The sun had just set, shrouding the apartment with an eerie glow that coincidentally...