Terry was the first experienced gay man I'd been with. Though sex with Michael was still hot as fuck, Terry just knew more. I saw Michael the night after my Terry episode. I couldn't help but tell him all about it, and he was knocked out. "Wow babe, You're really getting wild! " he intoned. "Well I'm just experimenting. I thought that's what me and you we...
I was fighting to come up from a great depth, swimming hard against the current, trying to force my eyes open. "I want to live," I moaned, although whether internally, to myself only, or out loud, I did not know. "But I want this too. Deeper, thicker. Stretch me, possess me. Wrap your dick around my heart and squeeze me. Harder, deeper. Moooaaan. I want to...
Brian moved into my neighborhood in August of '99. I had decided to do nothing during that last few weeks before college started back up, and I was bored. The day that Brian moved in I was sitting on my back deck relaxing. I got curious about some loud noises I was suddenly hearing from a short way down the street, so I decided to go for a walk and see what...
My name is Jon Grossmann. Despite what you might think, I am not Jewish. At least, not ethnically. Maybe way back when someone in my family was, but no one in my family is anymore. Nope, just regular old uncertain European ancestry, like most North American white people. Anyways, not really trying to make this about race or anything, just making sure you wer...
So this is where it is going to go; I am going to tell you about my self, my love for cock and how I go about getting it. I am not a size queen and I am not gay. If you were to give me the option of sucking cock or eating pussy, I could not chose between the two of them, if that makes me Bisexual, then that is what I am. My first sexual experience was wi...
"You seem a million miles away. What has your attention—that newspaper or that Japanese maple out there? The tree is new, isn't it? Wasn't something else there before?" The questions came from Walker Sharp, the novelist, and Maxwell Ackerman's neighbor in the row of small, but very expensive, townhouses on Drayton Street, facing Savannah's thirty-acre Forsyt...
I was standing over my father's grave at Sunnycrest Cemetery as the cleric spouted empty words and prayers, and as my mother wept crocodile tears into her lace hankie. "Be strong, Lucinda," said my Great Aunt Martha, patting my mother's shoulder. Aunt Martha was my father's mother's sister. My mother sobbed even more energetically into the damp embroidere...
A pocket-palladium, the Monde Elegante nightclub was the premier show club in the city. Also one of the oldest. The neighborhood when it was built was a genteel part of town occupied by the comfortably well off. Passing years had changed the demographics and the median income of the area, and the Monde Elegante had deteriorated, too. The building could use a...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. Edited by Kumani This is a story of two friends who after being apart from each...
Hours had passed since Kyle had been turned to a statue. The dark, red lit room was silent other than the sound of warm flesh slapping against cold hard stone. Marcus was dripping in sweat emitting enough body heat to melt ice. He had matched the rhythm of his powerful thrusts to the clock hands ticking away on the wall. Marcus was in his office the entire n...