Usual disclaimers, we're all fictional and all over eighteen. In particular I did a Google search for Acme East Talent agency and they don't appear to exist. If one does then I can assure you that the one featured in this story is, like all the characters, purely fictional and any resemblance is purely coincidental. Secondly, this is a story about pony boys...
Usual stuff, this is fiction and I've taken a few liberties with reality. Oh, and we're all over eighteen. ******* Preamble ******* "Hi Tom, what's up?" I looked up to see Jerry, my best friend coming over to where I was sat. We had arranged to meet, as usual, in the bar of the Newton Arms. "Nothing much. Have a pew." I pushed back a chair for him to si...
The following is a true story as told to me by a friend. Back in the late Fifties, I was the captain of a US Navy vessel, a big man o' war (that shall remain nameless). Three heavy gun turrets, a couple dozen torpedoes, several million dollars' worth of seagoing steel, and several hundred men were my command, but as the CO, I was enjoying my last cruise. I...
This story is a continuation from the series "An Erotic Tale". To get a better understanding of these characters, it is best to read the previous 4 installments in the series. This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. Remember, knowledge is power! Educate yourself. Always practice safe sex! * Forcing my eyes open from the heavy weight o...
Gina and I waited for Eddie on the bench in front of our apartment building. We would first go to lunch, then Eddie was going to take me to the RiversEdge Saloon so I could get my car; I'd left it there the night before when I was too intoxicated to drive. We made small talk; I was glad she didn't say a word about our sexy drive home the previous evening,...
[This part follows on directly from "David begins Graduate Study," which should be read first.] Chapter 11 Jon Celebrating David's first publication The Candlemas term progressed. David, on the basis mainly of his undergraduate work, saw his name on his first scientific publication. It was shared of course with three other coworkers. He seemed excessi...
As I walked up the stairs into the community center, I kicked the snow off my boots and pulled my cap and gloves off and shoved them into my pocket. I saw the "TOY DROP OFF" sign and followed the arrow down the hall. I walked up to the table with the bag containing the three toys I had bought. I didn't have a lot myself, but I always felt that it was import...
"I can understand you wanting to get away to complete the problem scenes in the second act, but to such a remote place? Do they even have cell service in—what did you say its name was—Oyster, Virginia? It sounds like a dump. Or a pile of rubbish. I have visions of an oyster shell pile on a deserted scrub beach. Everything washed out in soft, weak pastels; ev...
Hey there fellow Litsters! This is my first (and probably last) attempt at Gay Male. The inception of the story happened when a female author friend of mine (who adores this category) placed a bet with me that a straight guy (namely me) cannot write a Gay story. Here is my attempt at proving her wrong. I look forward to your comments and feedback here. It...
(Please note: This chapter is technically two chapters combined into one to serve as an ample introduction, so it'll be lengthier and have less sexual content than future chapters.) ~ ~ ~ Coming to the gym early in the morning was the best decision we could have made for ourselves. Sure, it's much quieter and there are less people potentially minding our b...