Sandro's Third Year [This is the final instalment of this story and takes Sandro up to the time of his graduation. Hopefully there will be a sequel sometime in which we take the lives of Sandro and Dom further. Thank you for reading this very long story. I hope to publish it eventually as a novel on Amazon.] Literary Note: Pietro Aretino (1492-1556) Ital...
He's a legend..... Some know him as "La Dona".... Others as the boy that devours his men. Everyone admires him for his beauty and his roughness. Vanalas presents, "Miguel Powers," in a story unlike before. The story of a myth, a man who has it all but in the end will have to choose between love and power. Beauty is his weapon.... Power is his revenge. C...
READERS: The story of Kitten is beginning to cross boundaries into other genres. Just as Kitten has changed and evolved, so is his story changing and evolving. ***** Chapter 14 SEDUCED AND SISSIFIED "What's this, let's see. Oh I feel sexy . What's come over me? Oh, here it comes again. Oh I feel released. Bad times deceased My confidence has increased. R...
Firstly, A HUGE thanks to everyone who voted for this series over the months and have put me in the running for Best Gay Male Story of 2015!! You are all amazing! If you like what you read here, please go and vote for me on the Contest forum and also read some of the other amazing works by my fellow nominated authors. I wrote and re-wrote this chapter 5 tim...
-Money on the Side, Chapter 2. Thursday was a tough day. After my audition for the job at the party house I had, as instructed, not masturbated for the entire week, and by the time my last class Thursday ended, my balls were too full, straining against my jeans, and my cock had not been fully limp for the entire day. I packed my stuff in my backpack as i...
'No , no, no,' I thought frantically 'Not today, not today of all days'. He was here, my french vanilla dream man. In all his gorgeous glory, he was here. And I was a mess, a literal hot mess. It was the hottest day of summer so far and the air conditioner had blown ten minutes after I arrived to start my shift at the coffee shop I co-owned with my best frie...
Chapter One: New Year's Eve 1989 There were four of them on the bed in the second-floor master bedroom of the Baccarat Hotel and Residence Condo building on Manhattan's West 53rd Street, conveniently located near the Broadway theater district. The caterers were downstairs in the living area doing last-minute preparations for Ted Sullivan's early-evening buf...
Less than five months from the time the Master—I no longer could think of and refer to him as the Indian doctor—had initiated me, I had four more-or-less regular sex partners dominating me. I couldn't use the word lover at that point, however. All of them were using me more for their own pleasure and needs than for mutual satisfaction. On Saturday afternoons...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...
Mike and I had known each other for years. We were compadres in junior high, and even stayed close through high school. We were each loved in the other's household. There was nothing that I hesitated going to Mike about, and he felt the same about me. When we graduated, Mike and I were amongst a group of seniors that decided to celebrate at the local water...