Content warning: this story contains moderately intense BDSM themes. +++++ I'm a schedule-oriented kind of person. I just don't feel comfortable unless I have a list of things to do in my head in the mornings. For the last five months the routine has been the same during the week. At 5:00 AM, I'll wake up, eat breakfast, and head over to my local gym...
+++++ Author's Note: This is a sequel to the previous published story "One Day at a Time." +++++ I got back to my apartment and plopped on the couch. I had an emotionally draining day at work and wanted to unwind. I pulled out my phone and thumbed through the contacts...Cary...Danny...no, I would be seeing them in a few days...Charlie...no, I wasn't in th...
Billie's Sore Ass: Sexual Fraternity Hazing [Readers, be assured all events take place between men who are 18 and older. There are no minors or Appalachian miners depicted here. Most are college guys who range from 18 to 32 years old. A few older men do appear towards the end of the story to add a mature balance. All characters in this story are based on re...
"Come on, Micky," she begged. "Please, just this once." My roommate and best friend Christie meant well. She was always trying to get me to go out with her. "You know I hate bars. And straight ones are even worse. It's so loud and smokey." "It's not that bad. We're going to Tony's. They have live music on Fridays. You need to get out more. You'll never...
~~~ * ~~~ Copyright by metajinx. Please do not duplicate or copy without explicit permission. This story is purely fictional. If you don't like violence, stop reading right here - there will be weapons, drugs, manhandling, blood and violent death, and also: no sex. I recommend reading all the other parts first, because this is a continued story. This part i...
The flame from the single candle on the table seemed to sway back-and-forth with the music. I stared at the couples on the dance floor. The room was so dark it took some time for it to register in my mind that I was looking at men holding, caressing and dancing with boy's who were half their age, maybe younger. "Johnny, sit closer to me," I heard Mr. Steele...
It was 10am in the morning and that meant rent was due for my motel room. The place where I lived was in the seedy part of town next to railroad tracks, shuttered business' and vacant lots. My neighbors were an eclectic mix of hookers, coke whores and less glamorous degenerates. I went into the office and lazy-eyed Eddie was working behind the front desk,...
[All characters described in sexual acts are over 18. Thank you so much for reading, rating, and commenting. I appreciate all the insight, positive and negative, and hope you enjoy this. If you have a tip or a suggestion, don't be shy!] *** New York, New York. Rows of buildings lined like domino pieces around the plangent Grand Central, endless lines of...
Pelaam October 2007. * Captain Diego Alverez strolled jauntily through the colourful marketplace. Occasionally a stallholder would call out a greeting and the buccaneer would shout his reply or simply doff his red, feathered hat and affect a sweeping bow. He smiled widely. The financial success from his last cargo had been safely salted away, the swashbuck...
Summary: A straight engaged college guy becomes a submissive cocksucker to a dominant black man. Note: This is a story based (remotely true) on a request from a fan. It is my first attempt at writing gay male fiction. The story is a little extreme, so if that offends you please stop reading now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy. Note 2: Of course, all part...