Author's note: These stories are some of my first attempts and are at least 20 years old. They were written for a story sharing site. While they're not Tolstoy, they're not entirely horrible. Maybe someone will enjoy them. Just be gentle with your judgments, please. ***** 1) Daddy's Boy There was a young guy that I knew from the gym whose name was Ed. In...
© Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2007/8 CHAPTER FIVE – NOWHERE TO RUN TO "Here we are on chapter 5 already! We decided this week that our characters were pretty exhausted from all the sexual shenanigans so we've given them a little rest as this story is supposed to have a plot as well as lots of hot boysex! There is some slightly grat...
The wall above the drapes was faintly lit by a gray light. I figured it was close to dawn. The room was dark and quiet. Getting up. I found my way to the bathroom. The short hall was lighted by a strip of muted light leaking under the hotel room door. I closed the bathroom door and plunged into total darkness.. Fumblingly, I found the light switch, flipped i...
I was nervous as I walked the street to Paul's house. If I knew why there was tension, I probably wouldn't have been so high strung. I was a fixer and I couldn't fix this because I didn't know what was broke. It was never like this before. When I first joined Yevo, Paul and I were close. He was excited for our partnership, and together, we dreamed up a visio...
I got home during the late afternoon. Marcia was back from the mall so the two of us washed my car. We squirted and splashed each other with water and played grab ass. By the time we finished we were both pretty turned on. We were both breathing hard. I had a hard-on for my sister. Marcia's breasts and pebble hard nipples were visible through her soaked t-sh...
Chapter 5 - An Introduction To My Father I awoke to Tamam lightly rubbing the skin between my eyes. I nuzzled deep into the fabric of his shirt deeply inhaling his scent. "Jono, you must wake now. We must dress you for dinner with the family." I grumbled and whined, "Food is overrated, but family time is not." I discovered my sweet Arabian ninja already ha...
I was 18 when I got married. I didn’t want to. I’d pretty well floated through high school. Being a jock, a member of the football team and the wrestling squad made life really easy in the small school, White Mountains Regional High, that I went to. I made some good friends who all left town for college as soon as they graduated. Me, I wasn’t interested in c...
It had been a summer ritual for us all during high school, with me tagging along with my best friend Dave and his folks when they made their annual pilgrimage to Raquette Lake up in the Adirondack Mountains of New York. With us graduating from high school and heading off to college in the fall, this was to be our last trip, and that made it a bittersweet we...
"Yea, I know Ben, he looks fucking hot, but I tell you, he's a real prick. Any time I see him out at the Manatee or Charlie's or the Quest, he's dancing around like he thinks he's God's gift to lonely faggots. He says he an artist, which means he wasted three years getting a diploma at the College of Art and lives in a loft on Daddy's dime. He's pissed off e...
Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction but has some basis in reality. © The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Chapter 1. The ship rolled...