Author's Note: The usual warnings: if you don't like humiliation or far-fetched stories, please don't read. This one's also very dialogue-heavy. I'm working on sequels to some of my other stories but this is a just a quick little one off. Enjoy! ***** Kevin pulled up along the tree-lined street, parking in front of the stately Tudor. He fixed his short blo...
The first thing I noticed when I woke up is that I was unable to move anything but my arms. I was lying naked, on my back, strapped down onto a padded leather surface. I couldn't really see what was holding me in place as my head was tilted back quite far by a wide leather strap wrapping around my forehead. I could reach up behind my head, but there were n...
In the Summer of 1970... Charlie was heading off to college out west, while I was going to school nearer my home, and when we met on the day before he was flying out, I was filled with mixed emotions. I had known Charlie since kindergarten, and we had been best friends all of those years, sharing laughter and tears as we grew up. Now we were parting, and e...
I stared at him, at peace in my arms, his soft breathing almost purr-like. "Hello," he stirred. Once awake I dressed him in some of my baggier clothes, although he looked ridiculous, his ethereal beauty bound up in cords and a shirt and tank top. I took his hand and led him downstairs to the kitchen. I noticed the back door, open from when he first ven...
It was late on a Friday night, back in the 90s. The ride home from my regular bar involved two buses. I usually walked the second leg and it gave me a chance to drop into the erotic book store... if I went a block or two out of my way. Which I did, pretty much every time. The shop sold all types of material and I'd taken to buying gay magazines. I'd neve...
He was tall, had short wiry reddish hair, combed straight back, stiffened with a product that had been unable to tame a couple of poking cowlicks. His face was boyish, pale skin with freckles, clear blue eyes bordered with red eyelashes. "Mr. Jones?" He held out his hand and gave mine a shake – strong, dry, callused. Not the hands of a boy, but I was proba...
Summer evening in rural Northern California, the evening after our afternoon's adventures down near the river. ***** We had a good leisurely dinner in the cabin, the four of us, everyone talking all over the map. My groin had that warm suffusing glow that comes after a good climax, in this case two of them that afternoon. Lenny's voice was animated, he tol...
Note from the Author: I've never actually played an ARG so my apologies if I've offended any ARG players out there or if I've misrepresented the genre. Honestly I just thought "Alternate Reality Gay" would make a fun title for a story so I tried to work it in. This is a story idea I've had for a while but I only just recently worked out the details. I hope...
Chapter V. Back at School This work is fiction. The characters are fictional and are not based on real people. They are, however, over the age of 18. I lay in my bed back in the dormitory at St Chester. The four days at San Luis Reservoir seemed like a dream. I wouldn't have been able to look back on them as if it hadn't been for the pictures. That digital...
A old man recalls his youth... *** Back when I was 18 it was easy to intimidate me. All it would take was a stern look and I would shrink into nothingness, and when it came to stern looks there was nobody better at it than Father Scarff. Having been a well mannered lad back then I had never felt the wrath of the strict priest like many of my friends. That...