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The House Boy

by oscar_zeta on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I was traveling through Mexico a few years ago when I decided to stay for a week in a small family run hotel in a town on the Pacific coast but little did I know what I was getting myself into. Apparently it was the job of one of the younger sons of the family to come by and clean the rooms each day. He looked to be in his early twenties, maybe 5'8", with br...

House Boy

by oscarzeta37 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I was traveling through Mexico a few years ago when I decided to stay for a week in a small family run hotel in a town on the Pacific coast but little did I know what I was getting myself into. Apparently it was the job of one of the younger sons of the family to come by and clean the rooms each day. He looked to be in his early twenties, maybe 5'8", with br...

The Thirst Within Ch. 04

by tauger on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

** ** ** Oscars P.O.V ** ** ** My eyes roamed over the smooth expanse of his chest noticing the defined ridges of muscle visible. "Lose the dressing gown" he said slowly. I undid the front and slipped it off my shoulders. leaving my with only my towel wrapped around my waist and the thin silver chain around my neck. He advanced slowly giving my time to...

My New Sensations

by gr82please on Jun 5, 2019
Gay Male

I met Oscar online, off of one of those hook up apps. We had some shared interests and according to his profile photo he was also pretty cute. He was short, probably 5'7", with light brown skin and black hair. He was younger than me probably mid twenties and he had one of those emo haircuts where it's short all the way around but it swoops over the top. He k...

The Thirst Within Ch. 07

by tauger on Aug 5, 2019
Gay Male

***** Oscar's P.O.V ***** When I was alone in the room I sighed that Zak was gone. I raised a hand a clenched my fist, allowing my power to flow into my clenched fist. My hand glowed a white light that filled the room. At the moment I needed to let off some steam, I needed to do something active. I needed to run, I needed to fight, I needed to use my powe...

Tales of 1911: the Weir Cottage

by devagy on Mar 20, 2018
Gay Male

**Note: these are extracts from letters written to my great-great-uncle Oscar by various friends of his. Oscar and co seem to have all been gay or bi, and the author of this letter, Fitz, really got around. This took place in the summer of 1910; Fitz had recently finished at Oxford and John was a few years younger, possibly just 19. John, a friend of Fitz's...

Tales of 1911: Fitz and the Rival

by devagy on Mar 20, 2018
Gay Male

I've reached the end of Fitz's letters to Oscar (nobody panic, I've got a bunch more from other correspondents, if you guys still care; looks like Oz liked his mates to send him action reports), and this is from the last one. Litton's Oscar's cousin, and it doesn't look like they'd done it before - probably because Fitz saw Litton as competition. Litton and...

Personal Coaching Ch. 02

by BeltBuckle on Apr 3, 2019
Gay Male

"Hey there, Ronnie," Oscar greeted me, as I entered through the door. Just like two days ago, the gym was empty and the only ones present in the building were Oscar and me - complete and total privacy. "Evening, coach! Here I am, ready for my training," I said, trying to hide the guilt in my face. Oscar raised an eyebrow as he saw my expression though. He s...

The Thirst Within Ch. 01

by tauger on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

I have always known I was gay. For years I had tried to hide it. My Name is Oscar I go to a boarding school and am in my last year here. I'm 18 and still haven't found a boy friend how depressing is that. You cannot imagine the shit I have heard people say to the gay people at my school. That is the main reason why I am still in the closet. I'm 6'2...

Tales of 1911: the American

by devagy on Mar 27, 2018
Gay Male

Still going through those letters. Fitz seems to have been one of the only one of Oscar's friends to commit this much detail to paper. Others, notably a chap I'll call Fitz and another called Wood, don't do it as often, while Oscar's cousin Litton, a complete rake, tended to go through so many he couldn't remember many details. But Fitz is down for the blow-...