Even without the interpretations of Messrs. Bellingwood and Phillips, I would have quickly discerned that Fred Stimson was a closeted homosexual when he arrived at college. Within the first ten pages he had described his earliest sexual fantasies and experiences. All involved males. After twenty pages it was clear that he had never had anything resembling se...
At 19, and in the second semester of my sophomore year at a small New England college, I was doing all that I could to suppress any homosexual urges. I kept myself pretty fit, the girls at school seemed to like me, and I even had a steady girlfriend, whom I would see only a couple of times over the weekend since I worked while going to school. Like me, she a...
I felt unusually anxious during the flight to San Juan. Julia, Zack and I were all aboard one of Adam's planes. I could tell from the way she was acting that Julia was also feeling some trepidation about the summer. I wasn't sure what was making her so anxious. She said she was fine with the idea of me fucking Alicia one last time, when I explained that it w...
When I entered the apartment I was surprised to find it so quiet. I assumed I would find Kyle home and half thought he would be taking advantage of a free afternoon to be fucking Dante. I called out thinking they might be in his bedroom. When I got no answer I decided to check to see if one or both of them were asleep. Kyle's bed was made which probably mean...
The unsafe sexual practices portrayed in this story are not to be taken as a recommendation. Chapter 3 - An End and a Beginning The second time Douglas heard soft grunts in the middle of the night, he expected Owen to fall back to sleep as before. Instead, Owen shifted in bed. Douglas squeezed his hand. "You want to tell me what this wet dream was about?"...
When I got back to my apartment late that afternoon, I discovered that my unannounced absence from campus had caused a great deal of commotion in the brotherhood. "Where the fuck have you been?" Was Kyle's greeting before I even got the front door closed. "Not real sure why I need to explain myself but I had an out of town date Saturday night. What the fu...
Author's notes: Thanks to all those who have taken the time to send me feedback, both anonymous and public. I love hearing what people think of my work, good or bad. It's so much better than looking at the voting tally and trying to figure out what I did wrong... I have re-written this piece several times over, trying to get the right mix of dark and light...
Perhaps it's not surprising that my husband had lost his hard-on while he was watching my ex hungrily rimming my splayed hole. "Just gonna get him nice and slippy," Danny had said before plunging his face into my butt crack and giving me the most intense and satisfying rimjob I'd had in five years. As my old flame was slobbering and slurping away at my bac...
NINE MONTHS LATER Denny was lying in his own bed on a Sunday morning. He was naked as he always liked to sleep in the nude even alone. His cock was hard and he was stroking it but not in an effort to cum. He just liked playing with his erection that particular morning. Next week he would graduate from Barber School and begin work the following week. As he l...
I don't think the movie ever stopped. I drove home with a smirk across my face as I kept rewinding the video going on in my head. When I got home, I poured myself some more of a delicious single malt and my ice water. I put a favorite adult DVD on and relaxed on the couch. It was one of the Voyeur series, #28, I think. There's one particular sequence that's...