Yorkshire, England, Late Summer, 1890 I felt the sting on my thigh and looked up to see that William had ridden up beside me and struck at me with his riding crop. I turned and twisted in the saddle and when he struck me again it was on the chest. Laughing, I gave my own horse the lash and its head and we were riding over the pastureland of Falconcroft, the...
Adrien, having chosen to stay with Theo, relaxed further as they sat with their drinks. "Could you go for a few nibbles? Cheese, grapes, crackers type thing or would you prefer more of a tapas selection?" "Tapas has its place when you're sat outside a café or bar in parts foreign watching the world go by but otherwise I'm definitely in the cheese camp."...
A lengthy intro to the relationship of David and Luke. For those of you with less patience or care into character build up, jump straight to page three or even wait until Chapter one pops up. This story is not meant to be an erotic tale, but rather a story of sweet romance starting to build between two sweethearts. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::...
"Nice Shirt." "Thanks," Eddie Bocco answered. The man who had swung into position in front of him on the dance floor of Club Hercules was gorgeous. He was massive, muscular, and black—a black black even for Africa. Coal black. In contrast to Eddie, the man wasn't wearing a shirt at all. His torso was god-like and gleaming with a thin veneer of sweat in the...
I felt someone pass a blindfold over my eyes. I didn't object, I'd found that blindfolds could be the way to really good things, starting with our island home, although this felt different to normal. I could hear Nick whispering to Rob but not the words although I did hear Rob giggle, "That's awesome," he gasped, "let's go." Chapter 29 continues --- The...
THE HEADBOY'S FAG - CHAPTER 2 THE FAG'S PROGRESS AT OLLERTON COLLEGE A Homoerotic Story In the first episode of this story, our hero, the Honourable Timothy Edward Clive Lattymer-Smith, the second son of the fourth Lord Lattymer of Adel-cum-Eccup in the County of York, had found himself selected by the Head Boy, Sebastian Jeremy Mottram, of Ollerton Schoo...
I can see the headline: "Couple found strangled in paint aisle; home stager suspected." Ace Hoffman's shitty afternoon had bled into the evening, turning his mood sour and sharp. His last appointment of the day was supposed to be a simple design consultation, a first-time evaluation of the home with a list of suggestions. No heavy lifting, in and out in nin...
"Oh, Trent, feels so good. Wanna cum, love, please, let me cum." Trent said nothing; he knew Jay was still so novice he wouldn't be able to control himself. Instead of words he just increased the speed of his strokes, flicking his thumb across the almost purple head each time he reached it, moving the pre-cum down the shaft before, as he reached Jay's balls,...
Parts 1-6 of this story should be read first Chapter Thirty-seven: Sandro begins his second year at Camford I am not pleased with the author's portrayal of me, Sandro, during my first year as a student at Saint Boniface's College, Camford. He makes me seem a shy and naïve adolescent. So for the remainder of this story, the chapters about me will be written...
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...