Emmanuel, cosmopolitan boi that he was, was becoming lonely of late. He still frequented his usual haunts, errant impersonal coffeebars, bookstores, independent record vendors... the like. He knew exactly what pixie faces he would see... he'd already had his choice between most of them, and there would be no surprises there... he was a pretty fag... the metr...
First I want to say thank you to those people who posted and sent me messages. I know there weren't very many of you, but this only got written because of you. It really is amazing how much your small messages mean. That being said, I'd like to apologize for this entry taking so long and not being as long as it could have been. As usual, any comments on my w...
"It's called the Dance of the Ravishers," Dr. Emory said to me as we watched nine male dancers swirling around two small bonfires. "I can certainly see why," I responded with a big grin. Dr. Emory gave me a sour look. I'd been warned about that look. In fact, my partner, Steve, had bet me I wouldn't last two months out here in the upper Nile area of Sudan w...
I was glad that Vaughn was sitting across from me, so I could look at him straight on. Even though he was mostly staring at his food, when he did glance up, our eyes locked and I couldn't look away. His beautiful, intense eyes would glare at me, knowing what I dream of and accusing me of dreaming. Even if he, maybe, somewhere hidden in his heart (probably re...
After that amazing evening when I fucked a man for the first time, Tony and I became a number. Not in the lovey dovey way of boys and girls, but in the sexual way of bi men. The way where it is just sex. The way where we meet purely for that. Sure there is affection and intimacy, a little romance, almost, but the only reason we are together really is to fuck...
Ah, finally the week was over. Jimmy had some idea of keeping this special. Friday evening, he thought he'd go round to his flat and spend the weekend there. What could go wrong? He just didn't want to spend the weekend in his boarding school. He was an adventurous sort. A boy, eighteen. And truly adventurous. He didn't like the way everyone thought of him...
CHAPTER ONE: The Prank "He's going to be so mad," Emden pointed out as they quietly moved down the hallway towards the bedroom door at the far end. Jove rolled his eyes. Emden was always so worried about consequences. He was always the sensible one. Jove wished his partner in crime would lighten up and enjoy the moment otherwise this wasn't going to be nea...
Thanks for the wonderful editing job, Kaytln Hargrave! Chapter 1 "I came by to check on you." Pocketing his key, Elijah walked into the bedroom and froze. Anthony, his best friend and employee, lay on the bed stroking his erection, moaning softly. Elijah wasn't positive, but it sounded like his name escaped through the full lips of the younger man. Anthon...
--Ahhh....don't you just love the smell of sex and cum? Naked bodies writhing in a shine of perspiration and that gooey wet feel of cum dripping of your skin. --Sigh. --I'm naked at my place with my fist gliding up and down my six inch long cut shaft, with my first cum load beginning to dry on my chest as I work on my second. On screen have been an ongoing...
Guys go through everything together without having to say a word, sometimes, especially without saying a word. You don't find a lot of groups of friends like the one I have. We met in third grade, all of us completely different, but we played together and never stopped hanging out after that. Bad grades, parents' divorces, grandparent's dying, that incident...