Chapter 1: I parked my car four houses down from the house the man I was following had parked in front. I watched the middle-aged man who was about six-two and wearing a brown fleece jacket, jeans and a brown baseball cap get out of his car, throw a backpack over his shoulder and walk up to the front door of the non-descript but rather large house in a newe...
I'm banking on the fact if you like the first one you'll like the second one too. I wish you good reading!!! Ben banged his head against the wood panel of his house. His best friend was gay. A man that he had known since college, gone partying with, had told hundreds of jokes with was a fucking fairy. That was like finding out that every thing that he had b...
I was always a follower not a leader, preferring to be told what to do by those more assertive than I. In school I'd been a well-behaved boy who never disobeyed the teachers and at work I was always happiest when being given direction; I yearned for approval, especially from older men. After losing my virginity with a bang as soon as I got to college in 197...
Sexual Pleasures Of The Harbour The evening began in a bar off Las Ramblas in the sullen Catalonian night heat. Carlos is so charming, so persistently persuasive. His attentions so urgent, and so flattering. Looking into his curiously thoughtful eyes, I find deep erotic promises there. We are drawn by mutual sexual magnetism, more blatant and urgent than it...
Ben, Robert and Ian previously appeared in "Ben is Kept Under Control". It was late in the afternoon on a cold and wet Sunday in Toronto in October 1974 and I'd spent a dreary day doing backed-up laundry and cleaning my apartment when the phone rang. When I heard the voice on the line my mood instantly changed for the better. It was Robert calling from Lo...
"Rob, psst., Robbie are you awake?" I'm groggy, disoriented, in a state of twilight sleep. Not sure if I am awake or asleep, dreaming I had heard my name. Lays silent, I try to focus on any sounds that might have been similar to what I might or might not have heard. "psst, Robbie, you awake?" There's no doubt about it, I'm hearing my name, a low whisper,...
A tale from the old gay sauna-bar in Bournemouth, UK. There used to be a massive sauna and bar for gay men in Bournemouth. My favorite part of it was a dark play area with private rooms, public rooms, and a bondage room. In the bondage playroom lived a bondage bench. It was designed to be knelt over doggie style with two padded shelves for legs and a padde...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** Stallion Lust Simmer the stallion grunted as he w...
One of my favorite times of the day is after a long day of rehearsing, before my fellow dancers clear out of the studio. I'll be breathless, sore, spent and drenched in perspiration at this point, however, it's still one of the moments I most look forward to. My fellow dancers are all young, strong and fit, however, after hours of rehearsals, my fellow dan...
Marcus brought entirely too much food to be defined as a "snack". He had piled on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, strawberries, cookies, almonds, even slices of cake. When he attempted to precariously juggle it all on one flimsy paper plate, it didn't end well for him. As he lowered the plate to me his rather large boot tapped the edge of the bedframe an...