Hi all! I would like to thank you for reading the first story in a series. This is my first story, so please don't grade me too harshly! Please leave comments on things that I can improve! Thank you so much guys! ***** Chapter One: The Silent Sun The train was late, and now I am tired of just about everything. My professors, my dorm mate and most of all:...
When I was five years old, I met my soul mate. I didn't know what the term meant at the time. I only knew that this soul was a kindred spirit. He was my friend in all ways. The one person on Earth I couldn't disappoint no matter what. In him I found acceptance and companionship based on me myself and not out of a sense of familial responsibility. His name wa...
When I retired from the Army, which I had come to think of as a prison, my wife and I moved to a little house near the beach, and life crystallized -- we, as they say, settled down. The house was a fabulous find. The previous owners had to get out of the country quick, and we happened along on the right day to get it for a song. I had dreamed of such a hou...
And how a bottom topped me "Mr. Oakley, can you run this message over to my assistant, Mr. Claridge? Could you go right now? I have to arrange for him to take my three o'clock English class; my plane leaves earlier than I thought." "Of course, Professor. Is he in the classroom now?" "No, as a matter of fact, I think he's in the gymnasium sauna." I took th...
"Fuck that's good!" He yelled. My neighbors were going to be pissed if they'd slept in, perhaps a day off work spoiled by us. "Shit...Shit...Oh fuck..." I stuttered out. In. out. In. out. I looked down between us. In. out. Such an underrated movement. My cock disappeared like god damn Houdini. His tight twin globes of tushy were the perfect hand holds. His...
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...
People write things down for all sorts of reasons. A poet writes his poems, an author writes his novels and a journalist writes his columns. Each of them has his own motivation for doing so. But they all have one thing in common. They each want to share something, to get it out there, to get it off their chest. So, I've written this little roman a clef for m...
Jarred was heading home after having spoken with his girlfriend about her helping him to prepare for Darnell. They were to meet tomorrow morning and spend all day turning him out. She would start using toys and strap ons to loosen him up, show him how to deep throat, and tutor him in the art of pleasing superior black men and working on BBC like a proper who...
"You know, I don't even get what the big problem is?" I said, turning to Taron seated beside me. We were in his car, heading over to his house, which he generously invited me to. "No, you don't get it because he's your brother and you've lived with him your whole life," Taron replied. "And now that we're dating, I feel like I at least have to try to be civi...
After our night of beer in beautiful warm El Paso, some surprise tequila and enough Mexican food to feed a small army, I thought I'd catch up with another buddy of mine that was in the fire service out here - Anthony. We'd meet two years ago when he was on secondment in Australia in what turned out to be a particularly bad fire season back home. We'd forme...