*** Sarkopheros Says: By now I've put out a good number of stories focusing on straight sex. We're taking a different tack today! Instead of writing a tale of straight erotic drivel, this is a tale of gay male erotic drivel. As with other Jae stories, hentai physics are in full effect. I do not understand things like "basic human physiology," "common sens...
I work at a local sex shop and I love it. I get the opportunity to see people at their most vulnerable; I get to help people fulfill their fantasies. Some I get to help with their selection. Last week, a young buck came in wearing a hooded sweatshirt, his hands placed snugly in the front pockets. He was nervous, pacing around the store and sweating bullets....
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic. The novella is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly romantic, lopsidedly erotic,...
Victoria told me last night to get to work early to be in at 6am. So here I am at work, I'm wearing nothing but a red mesh garter belt holding up smokey seamed black silk nylons and truly whorish red shoes, with ankle straps, thick platform and seven-inch spike heels. The red of the open toes shoes match the red polished of my toenails. My seven-inch dick is...
PAYBACK FOR DAD Ancient Cures for Modern Problems PART ONE Tim's mouth dropped open. A ghost! A man in white chino pants and a new red Hecadock Junior College sweatshirt yelled instructions to students on the tennis court. He was about forty, six-foot-two, powerful build, blond hair, crewcut. Dad! It's Dad! Where in hell did he-- Tim shut his mouth. Get...
Terry and Ryan did their best to make themselves the center of attention as usual; they jumped on one of the beds and had a pillow fight, pretending to be girls. The burnt smell emanating from the kitchenette was a result of Trisha's failed attempt at chocolate chip marijuana cookies. She hacked at the lumps of charcoal with a spatula. "We could still eat t...
Cosmic Charlie "Hey, Nick." I said as I stood in the doorway. Nick looked like I had woken him up or, more likely, I had woken up his parents' dog and the dog had woken him up. "I told your Dad I'd bring his drill back before he came home on his lunch break. When'd you get home?" "Uh . . . yesterday. Sorry, man, come in. Its so fucking cold outside." I wal...
Jason slowly opened his eyes and saw a ceiling fan slowly turning above him. He turned his head and looked around and saw that he was in his hotel room in bed and naked, covered with a sheet. He could not remember what had happened to him the night before and how he got into bed but he sure had a headache. The only thing he could remember was checking in to...
Every year since I was a kid, my Mom packed me two weeks worth of clean underwear and sent me down south to spend the summer with my cousin, Neil McCallahan. He lived in a bright yellow trailer elevated by four cinder blocks, with a trashbag stretched taut behind a broken window and a chipped bird bath on the front lawn. My own place back in the city was ten...
When I stopped in at Starbucks on my lunch hour last week I had no idea what was going to happen. I was dawdling-it was a slow day at the office. No one seemed to care when I announced I was taking off half an hour early to go work out. I went through my sets quickly so there was time for coffee when I finished-not lunch, as I was determined not to let my...