His eyes are bright and blue, glasses sliding down his nose and he yips and noses at my cheek. His tongue slips out and licks my cheek, grinning a decidedly dog-like grin at me. "Silly puppy," I murmur, hand snaking into his hair, twining a few strands around my fingers and he clambers into my lap, nuzzling my thighs. "Puppy just wants to snuggle today, doe...
*This story is the second installment of the "My Teenage God" series. Hopefully of many* *This story is a fantasy based on dominance and muscle in an older-younger gay setting. If this doesn't sound appealing to you, then don't read any further. All characters and story-lines are purely imagined and not based off any true facts* _____ I lay on the floor o...
I woke up the next morning to a sense of uneasiness and dread. It wasn't that I had my first shift back at Shure-Save, the neighborhood grocery store, that afternoon. That actually wasn't a terrible summer gig. It was more mind-numbing than unpleasant. The co-workers were generally nice and some of the customers were weirdly interesting, if nothing else. No,...
The news of Ted Robertson's auto accident, relayed to us just before we were closing up the gym for the night, was a crushing blow to Daren. I had been watching Daren work out alone for the past hour and had even spent more time than usual with him in my capacity of the trainer on duty, and I could tell that he was in a dither. Ted Robertson, a good twenty y...
All participants are over 18. This is a fantasy that was inspired by a real encounter. ***** The old man got on the bus at exactly eleven p.m. Neal remembered so exactly because he checked the time on his phone to confirm the bus was still on schedule. Sure enough it was. He still had a seven hour ride in front of him to reach his destination. It was fas...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains gay, straight and lesbian sexual activity. # # # Every Thursday night three of my good friends would come over to my dorm room to pregame before going out to the bars. We chose Thursday nights because none of us had class on Fridays and we usually did different stuff on the weekends, so Thursday was our night to catch up...
Author's Note -- Rather than continue with the old name (which I kinda grew to hate), future chapters will be published under the "Efrain and Cory" title (as it is called on other sites). Sorry for the confusion (and for the delays)! ~Dayne Chapter 21 -- In Soviet Russia, Iceman Thaws You I folded my arms over my chest and looked down at the mound of blan...
"Aren't you a pretty boy?" He said with a leering grin. I was on my second day of my new job and I had been tasked to drive the van to an industrial estate in the rougher end of town to collect some items and drop them off to the customer. I had walked through into the warehouse where I was confronted by a man in his late 40's with a strong accent, tattoos,...
"What have you learned, boy?" He's sitting on my couch. I'm naked and lubricated, can feel the K-Y jelly slippery and wet up between my cheeks. It's just two days since he visited me last. My toenails are glossy pink and I'm wearing the pink heels I got to please him. I'm shaved and moisturized baby soft top to bottom. "That I keep myself ready to play, kee...
The cool air hit Evan's face as he drove with the window down in the hot, sticky humid night. At the most unfortunate time, his car's air conditioning was not working. He was embarrassed. It was his third date with Jordan. They had met at a yoga class and since they were the only men in the class, they became friends. Over the last three months, Evan had o...