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...
I was nervous as I walked the street to Paul's house. If I knew why there was tension, I probably wouldn't have been so high strung. I was a fixer and I couldn't fix this because I didn't know what was broke. It was never like this before. When I first joined Yevo, Paul and I were close. He was excited for our partnership, and together, we dreamed up a visio...
Warning: contains mild scat === The night before Jake and I were going to watch Liverpool play Leeds, the tumble drier decided to break down. I had, of course, left the bulk of the laundry we needed until the night before our trip and so we had a large pile of wet washing waiting to be dried. As an engineer by trade, doing impromptu repairs on our applianc...
I was twenty at the time and had started college in another town. I had rented a room with the Summers-couple. They were a very nice pair in the early sixties and lived very centrally. He was tall and in great shape for his age, with tight cropped hair and a broad chest, and not too big a belly. Mrs Summers was also tall with long flowing grey hair and a wid...
We are sitting naked at opposite ends of the long sofa in my apartment. The sofa is covered all along the seat and up over the back with a sheet of warm plastic for later games. We have taken our clothes off and discarded them as soon as we arrived home from our intimate dinner in our favorite restaurant. Of course, we held hands and rubbed each other's cock...
Hey All, continuing my series based around my early 20's... Thought I'd get it all written out before I hit my 30's. ;) Most of the chronicles I'll be releasing are based on real-life experience as I explored my sexual urges with other men. Again, feedback on writing is enjoyed! I love some constructive criticism. I think about this night quite a bit. It w...
I waited and waited for Rorke's package to come in while he was away. There was still so much I wanted to do for my friend to repay him for taking me in so I decided to do laundry to pass the time. I filled up the washing machine with a bunch of our clothes then I thought, eh, what the hell? Might as well take care of it all. I stripped off my shirt and pant...
Author's note: After a near-fatal hard-drive incident I was backing up some old files when I came across this. Somewhat to my surprise, this was abandoned in a nearly-finished state and then forgotten about. I mostly just had to spruce it up a little and give it an edit. I'm not sure that at this point, eight years (!) later, there's anyone looking for a con...
Chapter Eleven WORK TO DO & BUTTERFLY KISSES I fixed breakfast the morning for the both of us. I was wearing pink hipster panties with the word SASSY across the seat and a white cami with pink trim which showed my flat belly. The material was lightweight and tight against my lean torso. You could clearly see my nipples which were as pointy as gumdrops. My...
*** Sarkopheros Says: Been awhile since the last Brod. Guess that's the issue with writing more than one storyline. At least until I manage to get more control of my schedule. Anyway, I decided to break it up with a gay story. Well, like 99% gay. There are women around, but for the most part it is gay. Expect the usual Brod tropes. Cum inflation, hyper c...