The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
"Are you lookin' for company, Doll?" I riled at being called a "doll." I turned and looked at the bartender who was leaning over the bar and smiling at me. He was a real swisher—wouldn't have gone out on the street up in Baltimore. But, of course, no one else in this dive would have, except me, I guess. I definitely was out of place in my pressed khakis and...
Brother Neil held the lantern high so that Christian and Alexander could see through the thick darkness that covered the monastery grounds. He led them to a small cottage within the courtyard behind the gardens. "The guest house has already been cleaned and made ready." He smiled at the couple. "Breakfast will be served in the main hall at sun up. I've taken...
This story is a slow burn. There is no sex until the end. If this is not you cup of tea, go drink coffee instead. **** It was seven in the evening when I disengaged a cart from the row and began my route through the store. I can't remember a single trip that didn't result in running into at least one person I knew. Unlike Lee, who wanted to shop in peace...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. BBC Summer Surprise Summary: Straight guy discovers his male kin are all BBC submissives and... Note 1: This is a summer 2019 Contest Story so please vote. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, goamz86 and Robert for editing this story. * "I still can't believe I had to wait until I was...
Part One I met Teddy Azinger - "Zinger" to almost everyone who knew him - the first day of my freshman year in high school. Zinger was the BMOC from get go. He looked older than the rest of us, and he had the bluest eyes any of us had ever seen. They were shockingly, almost frighteningly, blue. If I had not known differently, I'd have thought they were fake...
GANYMEDE STATION PART 2: DEACON CHAPTER 10. I wandered back to the old recliner and flopped down. I poured myself another drink and downed it in three quick gulps. Cheyne was gone, as I knew he would be, there was no real reason for him to stay. Things had gotten out of hand, his temper had flared and he said some stuff I didn't know how to process. What...
I'd met Marco, a curious straight boy and Robert, a stern older man, at a party at my friend Carlo's place. I'd given Marco a blow job after the party and the next Robert had fucked me and pissed down my throat, then left me tied up with a butt plug up my ass while he went out bar hopping with Carlo. He left me feeling incredibly frustrated and horny as he...
This is the third part of a story of the time that I got laid by Lamar, and I think that you should read "Brown Sugar Worship Pt 1 and Pt 2", first to get the full context. Having my Black friend, Marcus' nephew over for a couple of days had shown me how good it could be to fuck someone nearly half my age. He was strong, hung, and gay. And he was determined...
"So... onto the first consummation," I suggested, pausing for the two men to reposition themselves and sit alongside each other on the couch. "In this painting, Adam is... er... making love to Stephen. Am I okay to describe it like that?" I'd expected Adam to haughtily inform me that one man doesn't make love 'to' another but rather that their sex is collab...