"Can you let me see it?" Father Paul asked. "My, my, what a very nice, big one." Luther stood shyly at the church door at the end of mass while Father Paul took the picture the young man had been drawing during his homily from his hand and examined it with an interest that didn't seem too feigned. Luther had trouble sitting through the church service. He al...
June, 1940, Blaye-et-Sainte-Luce, France Henri noticed how quiet the square was as he left the bakery shop with the piles of baguettes under his arm to be delivered around the village. Was this the day, he wondered. The Germans would enter the town to occupy it any day now. Their month-long movement was just about to reach the Bordeaux region, arriving in h...
Bernard Lamont here. When we last spoke, I was telling you about my sexual adventures as a big and tall, openly bisexual Black man of Haitian descent in the city of Toronto, Ontario. Life is okay these days. I've adjusted to Toronto really well, though I still miss my old stomping grounds in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The city of champions will alw...
After disgracing myself with a man of the cloth, I had to find another route to walk the twenty blocks home from the store where I worked, so I didn't have to pass the church and revisit the scene of my most recent indiscretion. Not that I had any regrets about fucking him. It was the first time my cock had been inside another man's ass and I often recalled...
Chapter Seven "Such precious cruelty." A slow smile spread over Jordan's lips and Dorian watched as the elf dipped a strawberry in Angelia's chocolate glaze. Jordan tipped his head back, laying bare the smooth contours of his graceful neck, as he lowered the strawberry to his lips. His eyes closed, Jordan slipped his tongue out, letting the chocolate drip...
John Dungan, the third son of Archibald, the Baron de Blaguere, of Ardkill, Londonderry, was a man of few words but of precipitous action. When the Irish potato famine started destroying the lives and working ability of the families producing the Irish whiskey at his family's distillery in Londonderry—and particularly in challenging his endurance at watching...
Kyle POV Before my best friend William came out to me then told me that he loved me, I was quite willing to live life as a straight guy. Of course I wasn't, but I was so scared of my own feelings and what my parents would say, that I was prepared to live the lie. That was until William kissed me, and it reawakened all these feelings that I had damped down...
Sean's Story V – The Funeral I *************************************** "May her soul and the souls of all the faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in peace." With the final words of the priest the coffin was buried and Tara Smith's burial ceremony concluded. Evan put an arm around my shoulder and hugged me tightly. Emily and her mother were inco...
It was one of those damp cold dreary evenings that Britons know to be so frequent in their early winter, when Floin was escorted from training camp common barracks to the Spartan but warm hut of the training commander. He had been complimented well for so quickly taking to the soldierly arts. He hoped that this would be the night that he would be paired off...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, and many sexless ones to come before...