Chapter 12: My Hands are Tied I slid the amber lenses of my sunglasses over my eyes as left the building. The sun was shining brightly and I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. "Hey Robbie." "Guess what babe?" "What?" Just hearing Rob's voice calmed me and put me in a good mood. I had been nervous settling into a Spring semester and my new classes. "I'...
COCK-SUCKER: A GREEK INVENTION - THE BACKPACKER'S TALE by TRISTAN TROTSKY Greece didn't invent Gay sex, but it's still something special here... Do you believe in magic? We have an open-ended schedule, with just an 'Island-Hopper's Rough Guide To Greece' to work our way south, until at last we're coasting through the open-arms of this harbour into the por...
I serve them salad in white ceramic dishes. Without dressing. Magister Vance reaches out to the clasp of the short pleated white kirtle I'm wearing. He waits, allowing my refusal as protocol demands, for everything here is done through humility and consent. Naturally, as etiquette dictates, I allow his hands free rein. He unclasps the belt, and I inhale, ho...
OH MY GOD!! 10 o'clock in the morning and I've had more sex than any one man could possibly handle. How wrong that thought turned out to be. We weren't even one-third of the way toward our goal. What a mixed bag of emotions. I was physically spent and energized at the same time. Spent from the incredible session I'd just had, yet energized with the fantas...
* Hello and welcome to the sixth chapter of Poor Simon! All characters are 18+ enjoy! * I woke up when the green numbers on Master's alarm clock read 6:52. I stretched and yawned and rested, quietly basking in the memory of Master's lips touching my forehead. The warm feeling was quickly chased away by sick fear. I was going to see the Doctor today. I c...
siktici © 2017 This story is based on true events. Smitty came to me after my disastrous first time, as told in Bait and Switch. He was, undeniably and overwhelming, my Gift of "deeply abiding love," but the relationship ended after thirteen wonderful years when Smitty died. * PART I The tornado came in the night, tossed trucks and cars from I-10, and sc...
[This is the prologue to a GM historical novel in eleven chapters of the men of Shernhaven, Massachusetts, as the leading families of the harbor town are established over waves of immigration. Posting of the chapters will be completed by mid-November 2015.] ***** The Trailways bus came in south from Boston on the Boston Road, turned right onto Cushing Stre...
"First the tide rushes in, plants a kiss on the shore . . ." Matt often started a set with something quiet and slow, like "Ebb Tide," when there was a convention or two in the hotel, like there was today—electricians and bankers. What a combination. Something quiet tended to settle and quiet them down to the point that he could stand it. It wasn't a questi...
This story is from Gayly Complicated, our collection of stories about the complications of male/male relationships. * * * Klaus The next few seconds were crucial. I had to lock on Victor's wrists at exactly the right instant as he came out of his backward flip off the bar. If I missed, he would hit the hard wooden stage below us. We never used a net; men...
Hi Guys. This is my first bit of erotic writing in the past six years, and then I was a teen, so bear with me. This story is about a group of mainly South African kids who are studying at a university in Louisiana. One of the main characters is a girl, but the main action is men-men, so if it's not your cup of tea… You know what to do. Obviously my v...