'At the station. Be there in 30.' You quickly text back to your friend, Chris, as the subway pulls to a stop. You step on and easily take a seat, as you're boarding at a stop at a parking garage outside the city. Driving in the city is still a bit intimidating, and you expect you'd get towed at some point over the weekend as the signs and regulations here ar...
The name's Michael. I'm an Irish boy from nowhere in particular, and the bright-red ponytail I wear is more than enough proof of that. I dress well enough when I need to; my work wardrobe usually consists of black wingtips, tight-fitting black slacks that are a little loose around the knees to allow for bending, and a dark solid button-down. I'm a relatively...
My name is Michael Charleston. I am a young black man living in New York City. I attend the state university and currently, I am taking up business administration. It's alright, I guess. The story that I'm about to tell you takes place during Spring Break of 2006. I had decided to hang out with my friends whom I hadn't seen in a long time. I'm referring of...
Chapter 1 "Now and For Ever" ***** Veranon stood before the mirror in a high collared silk shirt of deep lavender and an asymmetrical smile that perfectly matched his asymmetrical hair. Today, that hair was colored black with rich, burgundy ends that peeked through and around the midnight locks. His pants were snug, dark grey with a fine, black pinstripe a...
I stepped out of his closet into paradise. Color and light. Huge windows. Space. Bookshelves to the ceiling. Purple walls. Hec's bed looked like something out of Middle Earth-- a four poster made out of tree trunks. Its roots appeared to sprout from out of the floor, and vines carved and wound around the trucks from base to canopy and across. No mistaking...
Early the next morning, Tyler leisurely jerked his six and a half inch cock that was out of his pajama pants as he watched mediocre gay porn on his computer. He could tell from the pained look on the bottom's face that he was gay for pay. He usually avoided scenes like this, but he was feeling too lazy to find another one. He heard a knock on his bedroom doo...
The lights went out. Mark looked about, rubbing his eyes. The office was empty, the cubicles abandoned for the night. He checked the time. 10:30. Josie would be angry. He hadn't called to tell her he would be home late. Mark sighed. Home. He didn't want to go home. Things with Josie were strained these days. He stayed late at the office almost every day, s...
My name is Atlas. I like freaks. You know, the people with funky haircuts, pale skin, piercings galore, and tattoos to boot. I've always been attracted to that type of person, so I became one. I dyed my hair black, shaved off all my body hair (eyebrows included), got some piercings... that sort of thing. Ever since the "transformation" I no longer feel shy....
Alex Wow isn't he hot! I thought this to myself as the good doctor walked away. But he's probably straight and won't even remember my name by the time he wakes up, I noted sadly. I shook my head slightly and turned to Miguel, "Well he seems nice" I said as we resumed our walk. "Yeah he does seem nice and interested in you dude." I rolled my eyes, it's ju...
Author's note: This is an independent sequel to Tommy's and Laura's tale and is written as a reader request. The story of Laura's and Tommy's relationship thus far is covered in "Laura's Fire", published in the Romance category "Being Free Together", published in Lesbian Sex category "Love Thy Neighbor", published in Exhibitionist and Voyeurism catego...