"They are still going to be there in the morning, Willy. Come back to the bed." "Do you think that Roxburgh can be saved if I just walk out there and surrender to them?" the young William Howard mused. It was the year 1314 in the northeast of Scotland, and Robert the Bruce had been king of Scots for eight years. He had been using that time to cajole or bur...
NOTE: This is my entry in the Literotica Winter Holiday Contest. I hope you enjoy it and vote accordingly and post your opinion after reading it. * The Purple Knight, by far the best gay bar in the world in Paul's opinion, was preparing to put on a big New Year's Eve bash for their regular patrons, and anybody else who wanted to join in the fun. He was re...
Smiling in expectation of a hot Friday evening, Paul strolled into The Purple Knight, his favorite bar. It was a gay bar, of course, because he seldom goes into any other kind, and never when he's in drag as he was then. He felt quite pleased with himself, because he had made a big sale that day at the high tech manufacturing company where he worked on the o...
NOTE: This is my entry in the Literotica Valentine's Day Contest, and it is a tale of loving sex between two gay men who have formed a stable relationship in San Francisco's Castro District. If stories about this kind of activity disgust or irritate you, you should probably stop reading now. * Paul Porter, known to most friends as Pauletta, loves his life...
I was totally exhausted. There were scratches all over my face and night was too dark for walking but I couldn't stop. I knew that Jareh's body would have already been found. I had been walking for hours and I was trembling all over. Forest was quite scary as well. There were many boys who wandered through forests for days but I definitely was not one of the...
Young William Howard approached the gates of Roxburgh Castle with some trepidation. He had been in London these last ten years, receiving an English education and serving as squire in the new King Edward II's court, the previous Edward having died seven years previously. Since he had left Scotland ten years earlier as a boy of eight, William had grown into a...
Author's note; As always thank you to my readers for all the support! I apologize for not posting as frequently as I said I would. I've been ill for a long time now. I will continue this story and possibly start another series or short stories. Thank you for reading chapter five of The Fallen. Please leave a comment and rate if you liked it. All characters...
Tom shivered a little as he pulled the razor over his chest while removing the last vestige of hair on his smooth tanned nineteen year old body! Stepping back under the shower, he rinsed away the residual soap suds, and after rubbing his hands all over to make sure he hadn't missed a spot he shut off the water and grabbed large bath towel and dried off. For...
"Why haven't you told your friends to stop their virtual harassment? It's not funny anymore, Mitch." A tall slender man with disheveled sandy blond hair leaned against the bathroom door and listened to his friend washing the sods of the day off as he deleted message after message off his phone. "I didn't mind their ' Happy Halloweens' or creepy texts askin...
The truly special stable boy I am Ferdinand, son of Sr. Richard, son of Sr. Symore. I am a knight in training and this is the story of my first adventure. This story is not about slaying dragons, though those creatures do appear in it, or exploring new lands. This story is of my journey into a much harsher landscape: my own soul. My story begins on the gr...